how many songs you know by heart.
each word,
each bang of the drum
strum
of the guitar.
you know from the first
note how it starts, the middle,
where it ends,
when to tap the dash board
and begin
again.
decades of listening
to the same songs
over and over,
ear to the little red radio,
the records,
the vinyl, the tapes, the discs,
now back
to the speakers
holding everything
you bought
three times over.
the sound track of your life,
a loyal friend.
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