#recordplayer
My turntable doesn't have an auto stop
Or an arm that returns when the disc is up
So I have to be alert, conscious, and in tune
Less that scratchy white noise fills up the room
If I'm busy with chores, or out in the yard
A trench slowly forms,
Vinyl's soft, diamond's hard
But when I pay attention, I inherently know
Two songs left to go, one more...
Get up, flip and flow
My player might not be smart,
doesn't know when to stop
But it's got me programmed,
whether I like it or not.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
"Long live the record!"
I only owned a couple,
My mother and father, a few more.
But my poppa*, he owned hundreds!
And they lined the walls
Of room after room after room,
Miles (Davis) long in The Globe* hotel. They held up the sounds
Unfamiliar, but what would become
skin deep censular —
Resonating in my heart and soul,
As the records turned round, right round and right round again, reaching the primal score.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC