#jukebox
Hearing the words but they don’t come out my mouth.
I can’t work up the nerve
To ask her to dance and maybe buy her a drink,
I think I might throw up.
Another song, hope I’m not wrong,
I’m leaning on the jukebox.
Standing in place like nobody is there,
I can’t believe myself.
A million reasons I should go over there
But I hide in my cup.
Another song, hope I’m not wrong,
I’m leaning on the jukebox.
I’m pleading with the jukebox.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
We lock eyes across the bar
Hit pool ***** with sticks
Clink glasses filled with drinks
And dance badly to songs on the jukebox
We buy shots with our friends
Gossip on the stairs
Hug when the night ends
The student soundtrack to our love story
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
remember
when music was
pure & uncut,
when we were all users
trying to survive?
addicted to
the crack-le of
the needle
as it hit the 45?
back when the
natural high of
heart & soul
was enough to suffice?
we’re just
some junkies
looking to score
excuse me mister,
could you spare a dime?
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
there are times when
all you can feel is nothing
no rhyme or reason
no rhythm
no melody
not a single note in sight
no colour to be heard
no breeze to savour
although the aftertaste
is bittersweet
so you try them on
feeling after feeling
discarded on the floor
in a pile of ***** laundry
the broken records
and then they spin
out of control
there's no order
and no queue
the tapes won't rewind
the sink is still broken
your words still sting
the jukebox remains silent
empty.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
a moon
on dusk
flattery would
sprinkle Saturday
to swing
in the
auto tunes
and flash
the songs
heard with
ear and
capture her
rhythm with
the exposé
surreptitious in
a wager
of synergy
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
The pile is ever ready
whatever type of music we dig...a ditty,
old songs, contemporary...all in a jiffy,
instruments will be playing
words, vocalizing all feelings
maybe, a song of calm
coming before, or after the storm...
.....
Notes hover above the piled 45s
look closely...find your desired jive,
let's find our favorite tunes
and take turns in dropping coins,
record is pulled out...shortly, our song will play
hold disruptive elements at bay
because..you and i, we're gonna sway
as a full moon....rises from the bay
.....
allow our feelings to speak
while we're cheek to cheek,
as much as we want, we may croon,
after we dance, maybe we'll swoon
the world is ours...we'll be alright
"there'll be...no more lonely nights!"
.....
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 4, 2017
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
Something in us shivers
Slides up our throat
Slick
Tasting like metal, crushed rain-bugs we can almost smell
Cascading along our nerves
They are so dreadfully taut
They feel like a stranger's body
In the dark pub, in the corner
with few couples dancing to a jukebox.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
A boy he was
Long, long ago
As he glided into the chromed and teal druggist shop
1950s it was
Vintage years
Women in pert dresses
Men in sharp taupe suits
Filled the shop with a smoky manner
On that summer Sunday afternoon
Fan bladed just a-turnin'
Right through time itself
He saw this box before
Jeweled, valuable big music box
Been here not too long
Breathing in a flavored breath
He saw another it
The black round of pure bliss
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
The white letterin' said
Letter G
Number 4
Hands ***** cold metal from warm pockets
Slipping them into the maiden's shelter
Fingers to buttons,
Arm to record
Music to shop
"Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go."
Floated in mass commodity
Away the ears and mind blew in the wind
Far from his hometown
Far from his school
And far from everything he already knew...
Daydream ended too soon for his comfort
The boy stared at the flashy box
And spoke a quiet goodbye
Tile guided him out the ringing door
Concrete guided him home
Where now the older him
Lives crooked, but happy
With a dear old woman who loves him more than anything else
And a jukebox
With many records in it
But one is still on top
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
In chipped, faded lettering
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC