Silently the juke-box sits,
A monstrous, hulking thing of might;
Colored lights, and chrome, and ritz–
Atom bomb in its owm right–
Packaged up and triggered, much
As fiercer bombs, with grimmer loads–
It takes the final, awful touch
Of nickel–and the thing EXPLODES!
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 16, 1951
