Track Two
I enjoy playing vinyl,
The smell of static,
Hearing that sound,
As the needle lands,
Just before the music.
You can lift the arm,
Move it on,
Change the track,
Should it get stuck
In a repetitive groove.
It works with people.
Remote control,
Zap away,
Until the scores the one
You can hear again.
Awkward silences,
Attention seeking strategies,
I know this tune,
You’ve played it to me before.
Too many times,
I’m not listening anymore,
Remote control,
Mute.
