Tell a whiny child that she sounds like a broken record, and she’s likely to say, “What’s a record?” Jeff Daniel Marion, a Tennessee poet, tells us not only what 78 rpm records were, but what they meant to the people who played them, and to those who remember the people who played them.
78 RPM
In the back of the junkhouse
78 RPM by Jeff Daniel Marion : American Life in Poetry #265 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
written byTed Kooser
© Ted Kooser