Bed Music-Charles Simic

Our love was new, 

But your bedspreads were old.

In the flat below,

They stopped eating

With forks in the air. 
They made the old sour puss

Climb the stairs

and squint through the keyhole,

While we went right ahead

Making the springs toot,
Playing “Low Down on the Bayou,”

Playing “Big Legend Mama,”

Playing “Shake It Baby”

And “Carolina Shout.”
That was the limit!

They called the fire brigade.

They called the Law.

They could’ve brought some hooch,

We told the cops.

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