Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

The Needle In the Groove

pick up the pen
            or
pick up the can
they both
         both
                 lead to
the same same same
      p         l          a    ce

  BUT i listen  to
my heart     no not
            in the way
you may
      think
    romantically
i'm talking
              about the beat
                 how it's not
i  n                     sync
                       with the
                  flow of the      
    stream that's next
 to me and the honk
of geese unlike the
silent spiral of buzz
ards over me for i'm

in harm
 ony with the
   music of the
    spheres but it's
      my rythme that's
keep                         ing
 me                          in
  beat   WITH  years

doors knocking hugging
back slapping ocean wa
ves beating son's drums
doldrums mosquito hum
s some snores from nap
ping ping pong laughing
bouncing off a stage bo
oing audience demand i
ng what's real music to t

                                  hem
old sewing machine
foot and finger 
peddle mend
ing an old
time dew
rag mama
can't stop but
to wipe my brow
here comes another

                                          
                                                 rise

  SUN

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 4, 2020 at 8:25 AM I feel with this one a little window into your mind, hearing through if not seeing through. Very cool piece my friend. xomo Jeff Connelly March 5, 2020 at 12:27 PM My head is always filled with some sort of music. Right now Alex Chilton is singing "The Letter" with the Boxtops. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 4, 2020 at 1:57 PM My brain's a juke box ready to drop a tune in my head at all times. I almost wish I actually heard them, maybe block out the hissing of the machine. ;p Jeff Connelly March 4, 2020 at 9:21 AM Thanks Maureen. It started this morning while listening again for I don't know how many times off and on, Captain Beefheart's "Trout Mask Replica". My mind always drifts with that one...