It begins with
nervous laughter,
creaking springs,
builds to
loud supplications
to Jesus and God,
ends in final
melting moans.
Funny how little
the notes vary;
more classical
than baroque;
more advertising
jingle than
hallelujah.
The simple sounds
of who we are,
where we come from,
what we do
to each other
played on mortal organs
by ardent amateurs,
overheard through
thin motel walls.
- mce
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