jail house rock

you place a 45
on the turn table,
maybe it's jail
house rock,
or little sister
don't you cry,
you let it drop
down with a slight
slap and watch
it spin, the needle
falls where it should
on the shiny
edge of grooved
black vinyl. you wait,
you hear the scratch,
the static
and then the music
kicks in. this is
where you begin
to dance across
the room, with the shade
down, of course.
the dog barking.