tearing of the calendar sheet,
i feel
more and more
out of touch
with what's new.
the hipster music,
the hipster talk,
the new thoughts on
most things.
am i stuck in my youth,
my middle age,
my whatever it is now
i'm treading in?
perhaps.
but put a quarter in the juke
box,
and let's see what
comes out.
will it make my foot tap,
my head
nod,
my mouth shout?
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