Let’s go learn and feast the past,
Decades visited in vinyl, platinum, and gold, served to us,
Musical score visited–machines-
You and I left over’s and take-out-boxes tutored and tuned.
A Tasteful Fifties full of thrift and future thoughts,
Sizzling soul searching Sixties with sacrifice and false sanity,
Delicious greens, reds, oranges, multicolored and multicultural bell bottomed blends–funk through the disco Seventies,
Devouring the menu on display-my amusement materializes.
You by my side waiting questions never asked,
Across the table empty space beckons me to remembrance and forgetfulness,
Declining gracious invitation I hear your call:
I view spinning discs void of food and melody seeing where you may take me.
Would remote images come forth to summon the beat?
Motown smoky with temptation in those bluesy rhythms,
Will the Domino roll to New Orleans riverboats seen from the hill of blueberries?
Perhaps, to Australia! You and I will jump through the Watergate to celebrate our good times with our cool gang?
Or will we enjoy the holiday and simply move on up with the Virgin?
Feet finding floor with whispered request to dance,
Neon red letters teasing me obliging:
“Please, enter 25 cents per song per class.”
Instruction with instruments and inflection showed my ears eerie images–
Ghosts in movies dance dirty while the arch angel walked the moon;
Challenging crashes caused walls to tumble on balloons so red in flight!
Cheers to what friends are! Girls and boys of gold solid with years!
(The boss spoke of the prince, arriving with queens: English and American).).
I bow educated leaving your presence,
You stand quiet music and visions no more–meal finished,
The classics made daily by me and you,
The past inside alive and shaking with every note we make and erase. .