David Jauss


Liberace can play the piano
but Dave can only play the radioó

the little joke my uncle Jim told
as he kneaded the bag of oleo 

until its red button of dye
turned that white glue buttery yellow.
On the radio, Chopin, Vegas-style,
made him dance as he squeezed.  Now 

Jimís as old and tired as his joke.
His aged piano sits silent, played
only by the dust that falls on it,
and the radio he canít hear blares static.

He butters his toast with Promise.
All day it melts on its chipped plate.



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(photo by Leslie black)