from SAVE

The player piano was haunted.

No one knew
the difference between

it and its twin
in Sioux City,

which had no spirit.

Saloons these days still reek

of hollowed peanut
shells.

Still cover puke with sawdust.

They play La Paloma of
Her Own Volition.

The machine rolls, the
keys get depressed.

Just like that, some drunk
in the corner

starts singing.