the jukebox wizard

feeding it my money
choice by choice ticking credits away
choice by choice blasting through the bar
strangely feeling satisfied by seeing the people
these random locals digging the vibe of
this random drunk trying what I can
to communicate with them.

when all the tongues are banished
when languages become untranslatable
when we have nothing in common but fear and angst
we got the music to thread it all together

we never talk
but we reach each other through the sounds of the box

 

 
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(written in little notebook)