And from the CDSS document, Dudley Laufman's poem:

McQuillen

This accordion player is a laughing fellow
with steel gray hair, bribing the bellows.

He coaxes & listens to the Irish in it,
falls of water, hills of granite,

weather brown barns, evergreen tree.
He roars with laughter & slaps his knee,

His music blends with the fiddle man,
the caller, the piano, the summer dancers

with taps on their shoes, fresh from the farms,
the woolen mills.

         He tattooed his arms.

Looks like he's taking a nap on his box,
but what he is doing is coaxing talk,

getting it going like a spinning top,
you can hear it out in the parking lot.