The Old Jukebox
Uncle Max’s lake house was a big one
On a private secluded lake
Dad could go fishing there anytime
The time we spent there was great
Right in the middle of the great room
Sat a Wurlitzer jukebox
It played without putting in money
Turned up, it knocked off your socks
Sometimes we spent the whole weekend there
My Bro, Mother, and Farther
I’d put my ear next to the jukebox
Turned it low, not to bother
Hank Williams sang the songs I liked best
I really did like his stuff
“Jambalaya” and “You’re Cheating Heart”
I just couldn’t get enough
The jukebox had those colored bubbles
That would rise up from each side
I liked to turn off all of the lights
Then sit and watch bubbles rise
When the grownups held a party there
Move all the furniture back
Then start dancing to the old jukebox
Sip from a jug in a sack
Don’t know what happened to the jukebox
After the lake house was sold
I do know the time I spent with it
Left memories of solid gold
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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