“Jukebox” by L. K. Thayer
and you
play another song
and then another
put in
another quarter
and another
a different tune
a different beat
but the same old song
plays over and over
and you can’t get
it outta your head
and it don’t depend
if you’re wearing
black or red
same old track
keeps harping back
and you give the
jukebox a smack
but it don’t
matter
if you can’t
hear
the music
anyway
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November 10, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Yeah, baby. Beautiful. (And was that the best set ever, or what?)
November 10, 2009 at 3:19 pm
Bob Zentis strikes again, right? He was a genius!
November 11, 2009 at 2:10 am
iam_adriana: Wow! Love the poem! Lisa! Very deep yet so simple.