The Broken Record Player Poem by cahen thrips

Remember our record player?
That anthology of melodies?
Tijuana Moods and Ravel's Bolero,
Carmina Burana and Gerry Mulligan,
Bruch, Ornette Coleman, Aretha.
We made love to them all
and many more besides
but that was years before

today: our music has stopped
though the album still spins
on its warped turntable
needle scratching as it wears down
so what we hear are faint clicks
like ticks of a clock from another time
I vaguely recall
but I can't be sure you remember at all.

Can you hear me humming the tune?
Did you ever truly enjoy my taste in music?

August 2022