Why I became a drummer
Late springStill light
Sent to bedSchool night
My parents in the kitchen
Screaming
Quilt tentFlashlight
I readThey fight
Huckleberry Finn
I can still hear them
When rain and thunder and a banshee wind
Began a bone rattle attack on the roof tin
Going slowthen fastthen slow again
Til I surrender
Soaked through
And baptized in
Rhythm