Spicy oil on my pasta makes me dance,
looking at books in the library gives me the chance
to pick up a disc, or two or eight,
to read and listen and to celebrate.
So I’ve picked some labels that I was looking for.
And I picked some labels I’d never seen before.
A title for California, and one for Jon Clark.
An album from Berkeley, a festival in the park.
A subtle theme as they all stand together,
on the shelves of their home, protecting them from weather.
Come back and see what records are spun.
Count up to eight, then I’ll be done.
i felt certain that I had awoken to the improbable lyrics post, yet mine eyes have alighted upon an epigraph; a mere incipit of that which is yet to come… and i wait, in ardent anticipation.
Oh, John, you are so clever and have such a fun life. Poems in the library…lucky!