Old Faithful

No, not a geyser, Not a woman, Old faithful sits Patiently in my kitchen, Awaiting my need for her Old faithful is an organ, Rich velvety tones Growls when I ask her Or spits, or even moans... What a companion She does make No need for deception, No room for fake... She's gotten me through, Many a rough time She asks no questions She's guilty of no crime Her teeth, bared... Ready to rock She needs no food, She reads no clock She takes me away On many a mystic trip As we soar together Joined at the hip So keep your guitars, Your trumpets, your bass This girl is mine, Smiling toothy face.