Voices of Vinyl
Before they could speak
Drums played an enchanted dance
Feet and hands slapping that basic instinct programmed in the
Warm cavern of a modern-day skull; vibrations of stars. Rotation of
Earth and its gravitational field, forces of light and momentum
The patterns make their way into the darkened night and we hear
Sad and lonely voices of cotton fields in a beautiful bayou morning after an
intense crimson dusk ... Hey thanks for being an inspiration
How's things where you are? Here’s what’s going on here? You hear?
Listeners learn to react with empathy as the velvet satin sounds of singing
Moan on A.M.
Hooked like a sea perch and eaten in the same delicate fashion not in vain
Timelessness knows it can rest its weary head in the bosom of progress
Pittsburgh – Morning – 9/23/13
John Alan Conte Jr.
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