for the good times

i nearly fall asleep
listening to al green
on the stereo.

I've got the vinyl spinning
on the turn
table
like back in the old days.

i like the scratches,
the click of the needle.
the vibration of its life
going around.

i grew up on this music.
grew old with it.

it still resonates.
it still
hits home in happy times,

or bad.

each song
i find a line to own.

when it's over, i wake up
and put the needle back
to the first cut.

i play it again,
for the good times.