The Juke Box Skips

Sitting down at Barney’s bar

The air moves with the heaviness

Of a ocean liner sledging 

Through a swamp.

Old dreams are re-born

On the dusty juke-box

While the 21 inch tube TV

Shows black and white reruns.

Memories fly with a boy

In a red-towel turned cape

Buzzing around the house

Arms outstretched,

With bright eyes turned

Toward sunny tomorrows.

"Barney, I'd prefer something light”

The juke box skips,

Oh, my old friends, where are you now?

Paolo Driussi