the vinyl record has traveled
in suitcases and backseats
from New York to Madison to
Fort Worth, only to be
baptised with windstorm
dust on the living room table,
and i just want to believe that
the grit in the grooves
can somehow make that music
sound even more down and dirty
than it already is.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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