Herb Alpert
thinking back
pulling out
putting on
vynil dressed in
a comfortable
coat
static free
stylistically
always came
with let me
roll up my sleeves
rummaging through
my own ancient
history believing
this is what i grew
up on and so
tapping my arm
finding a vein
i put the needle
on and within
me shoots
hot
things
forgotten
(my Mum always
twisting the knob
randomly to
today's station
[drum roll]
jazz
and
so we
would take
it in
not by
nose sniffing
but a russian
roulette of what
was played around
sometimes
symphonic
or r&b
whatever
i got my
kicks
off) and
follow
me
to the depths
if deeper
seeing
through my eyes
an album cover
more then
for me ****
at a young
age
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