Antique Shop: A Poem

Crooked "Open" sign,Three concrete steps upUntil the door is pushedAnd a bell rings outLike a bicycle ding,Located all the way in the back. Cardboard boxes,Contents insideAlways seeming to swap.Corners torn and tappedRecords placedOf a million spins. Melodious and harmonic rowsOf living room dancesAnd late night singing sessions.Beatles & Beach BoysCash & Presley. A gramophonePerched window … Continue reading Antique Shop: A Poem

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