• muscle memory

    by  • April 26, 2016 • friends, music, poetry • 5 Comments

    muscle memory

    dishwashing always needs a soundtrack
    so I let my phone play deejay and the
    next thing I knew I was chewing on a
    piece of grass walking down the road
    even though we ain’t go money there’s
    a place in the world for a gambler so
    dance with me ‘cause oz never did give
    nothing to loosen a jar from the nose
    of a bear who was born in the summer
    of his twenty-seventy year and out riding
    fences for so long now you just look at
    him and cry please come to Boston for the
    springtime because I was so much older then



    Blogging since December 2005


    5 Responses to muscle memory

    1. kennywood
      April 26, 2016 at 10:19 pm

      This muscle is a heart that knows every little thing is magic!

    2. Suzanne Cate
      April 26, 2016 at 11:03 pm

      Love it!

    3. Roger Nicholls
      April 27, 2016 at 6:54 am

      Still counting up the songs and trying to remember the titles. What a neat memory to wake up to, thanks

    4. Maggie Dolbow
      April 27, 2016 at 11:54 am

      Love the “sounds” of these songs running through my head!

    5. April 27, 2016 at 3:28 pm

      Each phrase I read came with a melody.

      Thanks, Milton. <3

    Leave a Reply