JUke Box

The jukebox
Has 150 different records to play.
And the sound of a metal disk
Clicking into play, anticipation waves
Climbing across the collar bone
Your head above water
A woman that you had never set
Your eyes on before, contradicting
Everything you’ve ever felt before.
How easy it is for a silky love song
To beguile you to a moment
That the woman you’re with on the dance floor,
Becomes irrelevant and you’re
Dancing with the song.

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