Monday, 28 January 2013
The old man
in the stranded tram
played me jazz
on his Edison Phonograph.
on the Parlophone;
in the wee small hours.
for twenty minutes.
Hours and hours;
But of those,
I loved microgroove the best
I was eighteen.
Thanks Tess at Magpie Tales for the memory lane prompt.
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we remember songs from our youth the way we remember the smells of our grandmother's great cookingReplyDelete
What a lovely thought.Delete
I love Sinatra ~~ even at the tender age of twelve I was humming My Funny Valentine! XReplyDelete
lovely Stafford- I wish I had all my old 45's from my teen years! Those were the days my friend!ReplyDelete
I still have some 45's from way back when...How about 'Messing about on the river' as a real blast from the past,or names like Pat Boone, or Nina and Frederick? Sheesh, I'm showing my age.ReplyDelete
My doctor ordered me off Pat Boone to avoid diabetes!Delete
The sentiment is straight down the middle! Excellent.ReplyDelete
This is terrific!ReplyDelete
Can't argue with your reasoning!ReplyDelete
nicely done and thanks for sharingReplyDelete
Delightful...loved this, Ford...ReplyDelete
Yes, those special things from our younger years do carry a lot of weight in our heart....love this Stafford! :-)ReplyDelete
Hey you really stepped out and got the tram moving with this one, Staff', loved it.ReplyDelete
Spare, evocative, loved it.ReplyDelete
Popular music always sounds better with a touch of nostalgia...ReplyDelete
Oh, for the love of vinyl.....♫ReplyDelete