Rock Star Poem by Helen Bauman

With ears acock he pressed himself
against the wall
Bricklike sounds wafted thru'
but he heard nothing of the conversation
that caused the sudden laughter,
curious tho' he was to partake,
he was forced to rock alone.
He thought he might play some music
to entertain himself.
He didn't want them to think
he was playing it for them -
At last! he thought, I am doing something for myself.

HJB 1982