The B Side Man
I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.
The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice
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Categories:
turntable, loneliness, loss, missing, music,
Form: Narrative
Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way
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Categories:
turntable, deep, forgiveness, lost, mental
Form: Free verse
Stereo Typical Gi
Stereo Typical G.I.
David J Walker
Admittedly
I was way to easy
The stereo typical G.I.
The guy Willing to buy
The cool green Lights in a
Teakwood box connecting
Overpriced
Hi-Fi
Speakers to a
Belt drive
Turntable connecting to an
Open reel really cool tape deck
But what the heck
It’s only one paycheck
Every month to month for six
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Categories:
turntable, happiness, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Turntable of Despair
bound and tethered
held strong with grievous filaments
i struggled not
feeling the futility
and the masterful illusion of my jaundiced mind
she holds me captive
on the turntable of despair
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Categories:
turntable, depression,
Form: Free verse
The Turntable of Life
On the turntable I spin these songs
Memories of my life
From Floyd to Zepplin
My scars run deep
As I watch that black circle spin
The labels all different
All unique lessons in life
Expectations lost along the way
As the tunes play in these old ears
I think about things I should have done
Directions I avoided because of fear
From Hysteria to New
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Categories:
turntable, life, remember,
Form: Free verse
Turntable Blues
I haven’t played a record
In more years than I can say,
Yet still I mourn the record player
That we ditched today.
It sat there in the living room
Accumulating dust,
But since we’re spiffing up the place
I really must adjust.
I’ll box my records in a crate
And hide them out of sight.
I have no way to play them,
But to toss
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Categories:
turntable, music, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme