At the Jukebox

My empty hands return the touch,
Of a long lost love, departed.
The knowing looks, the flirting smile
Before the dancing started.
Mesmeric swish of ghostly skirts,
Her head upon my shoulder,
The gentle kiss upon my cheek
That made me so much bolder.
The hairspray smell on my lapel,
The memory of her laughter,
Returning with the juke box jive,
And with me ever after.


I’m reliably informed that today is National Jukebox Day! To me, jukeboxes conjour feelings of nostalgia and longing; each one seems to have a tale to tell and memories tied up in its music. 

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