Somehow the music I grew up with
survived all my moves.
Coast to coast
and several places in between.
Four time zones.
Four decades and some change.
All it took
was a new turntable
to turn back the clock.
Scratching and pops,
accompany the sounds,
coming out of a Roland cube speaker
that outlived the keyboard I bought it for.
Compared to the records
the speaker is young,
A new adult.
Fitting since I’m reliving
the music that brought me into adulthood.
