Sat on a hard bench for hours.
Piano lessons and piano playing
were a special kind of psychological terror.
The drive to the piano teachers house
always seemed to degenerate
into a knock down drag out scream fest.
Once inside, Elizabeth just wanted
to find something to laugh about.
Escaping into the silliness
of the piano teacher
who smelled faintly of gin
and had the patience of a carnival barker.