in days long gone I used to walk
a mile, or maybe more
I walked to save the quarter fare
to spend it at the store
I'd dig up ancient melodies
in dusty LP covers
get goosebumps at those memories
those unrequited lovers
they sang to me, no pop, their song
accordion and fiddle
I close my eyes and hear the sound
emerging as the needle
punctures the silence of my room
and the turntable's hiss...
and now, the latest in surround
but I do miss that bliss
Author notes: image from Pelski https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795768-Record-Store
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