Jukebox (Poetry)

If you listen to my heart
harken carefully
you will hear it whir and start
a jukebox melody

Twirl me gently by the arm
whisper in my ear
use your old unfailing charm
that keeps the memory clear

and that old box will
rock and roll —
generate some magic still
feel the beat run nerve to nerve —
fill the chambers — thrill the soul

Those were the songs we
played and played
the tunes we fell in love to
the psychadelic colours fade
but the music’s fresh as ever