by Richard Schnap
Leaving him watching the sun rise
As the needle revolved on his turntable
Stuck at the end of a song
He remembered the black leather days
The gallons of vodka with grapefruit juice
The ten thousand packs of Marlboros
The parties in run-down houses
Where someone would collect money for beer
And then vanish forever in the night
And sometimes there’d be a woman
Who’d afterwards whisper goodbye
Like a line she’d rehearsed from a play
Leaving him watching the sun rise
As the needle revolved on his turntable
Stuck at the end of a song
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This poem moves with so much undercurrent. And the vivid images get stuck in my mind.
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