Accordion Poem by Tom Borek

Found this on the Providence Journal’s site. My heart’s an accordion, it bellows my life, plays polkas, sweet songs, sentimental tunes, ditties, waltzes, marches, tangos, dirges. The player plays, the player plays on. The dance hall is congenitally frivolous, laughter endemic. A Polish wedding in Central Falls. Men swill drinks, beer and whiskey, they curse,Read more..