Rebecca

Her hair tied up and Bible in bag,

From Wednesday night

Meeting, walking fast, ever faster, she ducks

Into a honky-tonk, Jerry´s

Place, by the side door.

She crosses to a scarred

Steinway.  Seats herself.  Tests

The keyboard, end-to-end

Tinkling.  Then, head tilting

Back, with a quick breath, she starts

To bang, to raise Cain, hair

Whipping in the bar's dark air.