Sophie.

she's got the hands of a blind piano player
she's got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer
she takes a little bow and tips her fedora
Shouts like she’s gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah
She’s working for the circus, ex-railroad bum
Carnival barker for kingdom dot come
Dusty old Gibson and a posable thumb
Bangs out the rhythm on a 50-gallon drum
Sitting in a corner with her pet muskrat
Tossing her cards into an old man’s hat
She grins at the boys and they always grin back
She bets an old waltz she could get them in the sack
She makes her own music from the bell of a ‘bone
A waitress’s falsie and a railroad phone
Bobs on her knees to an old tarantella
South of the border she stole it from a fella
Her triple-jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow
she kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow
Her eyes light up when they wheel in a piano
she reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal
she wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes
Has a tattoo of a girl who can bat her eyelashes
Down on the river she was fishing with a sword
she knocked off John the Baptist for a word from the Lord
she takes her coffee with the blood of a turnip
Blushes her cheeks with an Amsterdam tulip
Chopping up a rooster for a pullet surprise
If the gravy don’t getcha, she’ll getcha with her eyes