accordian


now we're left to the accordian
jumping thru puddles
& staying warm in the rain

where else is winter 
but evry night we sing
jumping thru raindrops
flying over blacktop

flames in the gas stove
records will scratch
smoke floats mixed drinks
and november will crash

munching french bread
tomatoes & cheese
straight from the oven 
and rain we just braved

accordian balanced on your knees 
mother of pearl & red ruby keys
cubic zirconium marks the 'C'
the tag with the day "made in italy"

the apartment with no more room
your cello's locked away
play some more plastic tunes