Owen Poem by Rich Harney

Owen was his name,my dad.
Owen Joy,
He could make a Mr. Magoo face
that bathroom tissue would laugh at.
He loved to show me off
in the piano shop where he peddled them.
I don't know why
I only knew a few chords,
they were mostly Dominants.
For those of you that don't know…
3/4's of a dominant is a diminished chord,
you know… sweet Polly Pureheart
on the railroad tracks,
here comes Mighty Mouse.
My Dad had a lot of tension in his life
He must have related.