Digging an old groove.
Well-worn, spinning.
In emotions that others
would have forgotten and resold
to me in the bargain bin.
No need tho,
the tune is memorized in the pathways of my mind.
I just laugh,
“This is sick.”
and those were good times,
weren’t they?
Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing
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