Wishing Chair - Poem lyrics

Why I became a drummer Late springStill light Sent to bedSchool night My parents in the kitchen Screaming Quilt tentFlashlight I readThey fight Huckleberry Finn I can still hear them When rain and thunder and a banshee wind Began a bone rattle attack on the roof tin Going slowthen fastthen slow again Til I surrender Soaked through And baptized in Rhythm