Wax Disc on Base of Brass


Father once played piano jazz,

sheet music he didn’t know;

not for him that razzmatazz:

no jiving smoky pub combo.


Studio time once rented,

recorded seventy eight disc,

blues tune self-invented –

two discs pressed, little risk.


Wax grooves on base of brass,

teen pianist played by ear,

rhythm on washboard glass;

scratches make it hard to hear.


What other father on our street

recorded plaintive piano blues?

Hear him holler, stomp his feet,

stool-rock severely tested screws.


We boyish brothers toyed:

legacy platter played using pin-

pierced cone, anarchy enjoyed;

  • father would see such as sin!



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