Player Piano
My stick finger click with a snicker
And,chuckling, they knuckle the keys;
Light-footed, my steel feelers flicker
And pluck from these keys melodies.
My paper can caper; abandon
Is brodcast by dint of my din,
And no man or band has a hand in
the tones I turn on front within.
At times I'm a jumble of rumbles,
At others I'm light like the moon,
But never my numb plucker fumbles,
misstrums me, or tries a new tune.
By: John Updike
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