Morning at 33-1/3 RPM (a poem)

Written while listening to a Jackie Gleason box set I picked up at a thrift store for 99 cents…

the crackling sounds of the old LP
as the orchestra plays
what they used to call beautiful music
making me nostalgic
for a time I never knew

But I’m happy to be in the here and now
to experience this magic moment for the first time

(23 February 2015)