Tobacco-stained fingers

Tobacco-stained fingers found piano keys,
the melody started, and played a few bars,
then came the graveyard voice, sounding of Bourbon
and stale cigarettes, a razor blade thrown in for good
measure, but the song that he sang touched deep
in our souls, thrilling us measure for measure.

Tymen

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