William Bronk, 1918-1999
This store sells many kinds of drums and cymbals,
sticks and brushes, drum hardware.
We come in to look at new products, glossy brochures,
vintage snares. We are happy and engaged.
Often we make small or large purchases;
children, and some adults, take lessons in the basement.
Afterwards it is as if none of this had mattered.
[Here's a poem I found in my files. Probably it is my first fake Bronk poem. ]
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