Almost Muffled..... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

by
velvet-covered
tastefully-fringed
cushions
by
the firmly-closed
neatly-hinged
door......
those
sounds
from
inside
the well-dressed
window seat....
......cherry-agate's rol-l-l-l-l-l and click...
the muted clatter of a buck'n'wing...a shuffle-off
from
the atavistic
black patent leather gros-grain bowed half pound each tap shoes....
there's more in there.....
.........hear the double glass-pak rap'n'growl of a '57 Chevy?