Getting ready for a jazz gig this last weekend, I was surfing YouTube for versions of the old song “Making Whoopie.”  It wasn’t long before I found my way to that incredible New Year’s Eve scene from The Fabulous Baker Boys, with Michelle Pfeiffer performing the song on top of a grand piano while Jeff Bridges plays the accompaniment down below without ever looking up (until the end).  Stunning!  And very sexy.

So… in honor of Ms. Pfeiffer:



If I could, I would be
that piano, the polished
black mirror on which
you spin and flirt, scarlet
flame descending like a
red flag of challenge,
a demand of surrender
to all that the mind
can conjure if only
one could breathe in here.
I would be the smooth sable
bed on which you shake out
those long blond tresses
resting your head in a sultry
semi-colon just above the
questing hands of the man
who refuses to look up.
I would be the deep dark
joy enveloping your fabulous
red dress, the scarlet tease
in which you somehow refrain
from spilling all your secrets.
I would be the ebony, and the
ivory, on which you place one
outrageous blood-boiling
stiletto as you corkscrew
down to the bench, great
diamond clusters flashing
in the low spotlights, until
you rest your bare neck
against the willing quarry
you have trapped, your
head thrown back, lost
in this smoldering haze
of time and desire.
I would be the quivering
sound board, yielded
entirely to your voice,
thrilling to the midnight
promise of red and black.


To share with friends at the fabulous dVerse Poets Pub.


About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

12 responses »

  1. Great poem Andrew, I can certainly relate to where your coming from!! excellent imagery!

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  3. Just fantastic! A favorite scene of mine as well, played out wonderfully with your words…alas, I must caution…careful what you wish for…the moving folks might not be so “accommodating” 🙂

  4. oh i want to be the joy enveloping that dress…ha that is a great scene…and a nice write yourself…it has some heat…and some great phrasing too….really like…resting your head in a sultry

  5. Leaving me breathless – textures, sounds, colours, smouldering and sizzling indeed.

  6. Wow! You created a poem just as hot and expressive as that performance–love it!

  7. What a fabulous poem – exciting, evocative, sexy. You surely made Whoopee with this one!

  8. Whew… this is hot, Andrew! I love it!

  9. Oooo baby!
    If I could, I would be
    that piano, the polished
    black mirror…
    Hooked immediately.
    Enjoyed immensely.

  10. GREAT write, Andrew! You speak for many with these words! Fabulous scene, captured beautifully!

  11. Very sultry, very sensual. I know what you mean about Michele, and each line you write made me wish I was there too!


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