October 21, 2008

Ode to my Record Players

Filed under: Poetry — daz76 @ 4:39 am
Tags: , , ,

Turntables as I  look at you
It gives my heart pause and wow
Silver gray case and Technics slip mats
Throwing down a new jam right now

When I bend the pitch bar lower
I’m slowing down the screw
Cut the needle on the one
Drop a new track on the two

The flickering red lights indicate
That the timing is on cue
I’m playing this music slow
Until the beats come all over you

The turntables are rock steady
Quartz locked with clean Concords
Getting up tomorrow morning
Going to buy more records

The bass is always too loud
Can’t make me turn the mix down
My 1200’s are so beautiful
As the kinky reggae pounds



  1. You sing like a song bird..

    Comment by Genevieve — October 24, 2008 @ 4:58 pm | Reply

  2. Shirley and I give you love.

    Comment by Genevieve — October 25, 2008 @ 1:38 am | Reply

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: