Grandma's Radio

She kept a radio on the kitchen sill Tuned to static, crackling still Said the Ramones sounded just like war Then she'd tap her slipper on the floor Sunday tea and burnt toast crumbs She taught me how to count the drums Now the house is sold, the sill is bare But I hear her humming everywhere Turn the dial slow Somewhere she still knows The song I wrote for her Is playing on her radio Crackle, hum, and go