the soundtrack

some songs

i know by heart, every word.

each beat.

i remember where the record

skipped

and i had to get up

from the floor

to lift the needle,

blowing fuzz from

the tip.

the hours would go by

as a stack

of 33's or 45's

fell and dropped

upon the turntable.

what joy in

doing nothing,

just listening with closed

eyes to the sound

track of

your life,

again and again.