the accordian

god help us
you say out loud
to no one
as a large nordic
looking woman
in pig tails
picks up an accordion
to play.
there is no
getting out.
the exits are
all in the back
and your chair
is in the middle
of the room.
a dozen people
would have
to stand in order
for you to leave.
so the music begins
and the woman
happily, with
an insane
blue eyed stare
swings her accordion
with her broad
shoulders
giving it all she
has. squeezing
a whining music
out of the glittering
box with her
sausage fingers.
sometimes you believe
that hell is a place
with many rooms.