If I Were a Jukebox Long-Forgotten

If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten, Languishing amidst some rusting antiques In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk I would summon all the strength I could muster, Light up those bubbly circuits around my face Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, And throw one hell-u-va party. I would shout, “Let’s clear a space in the center Where we can partner up and dance!” [Like they did in Toy Story When no one was the wiser] I’d extend my slender arm to a grand ol’ Edsel And shake a tailfin-der or two, Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats Then put back all those refurbished memories Into a cardboard box full of old postcards Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff, If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten. Written January 23, 2021