father once played piano jazz,
sheet music he didn’t know;
not for him ragtime razmatazz
– never joined any pub combo.
some studio time once rented,
recorded a seventy eight disc,
short blues tune, self-invented;
two copies – little financial risk.
wax disc on a base of brass,
that teen pianist played by ear,
rhythm on washboard of glass;
hiss now makes it hard to hear.
who else on our suburban street
recorded plaintive piano blues?
hear him holler, stomping feet,
stool-rock severely tested screws.
anarchist brothers boyishly toyed
with legacy platter, played using pin
pierced cone, experiment enjoyed;
– long absent now, no disc to spin.