...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

S.P. Poem #26: Young Love

When slinging records then, the thing

Was the segue. You’d put your show

On cassette then listen to it afterward,

Fast-forwarding through the songs to

Where you’d brought the end of one

To the beginning of the next, some-

Times with station i.d.’s in between.

Did the volumes match? Did a full

Ending leap to, while the sound still

Briefly held, the next song, with its

Cold start? What could you use for

Your next show? If you have a need

To use the toilet across the hall, try

“Marquee Moon” and take your time.

Sure you hit pause for that one: It’s

A three-hour show for that C-90 tape.

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