In An Old Dusty Room Full of Records

in an old dusty room full of records i just fixed the old record player i feel like some good ole fried chicken i blow the dust off of one i blow the dust off of another then i discover a box of 8 tracks i am in my element and i am gleefully losing my mind i pray that the record player is not hungry today i put one in i put in another i am sky high like a robin that flies over the last game of the season what is ironic is it is friday night and i am indeed AT HOME time is a nonfactor here life is nonexistent here claustrophobia has no definition here though i cannot be locked away in here forever, i make sure the moment is savored In Memoriam with a Rejuvenated Smile