WHEN THE 33'S SPIN - Music, Race & a Little Girl - Pt. 1

When The 33's Spin - A poem

Eleven and home alone

with the turntable 

and the shiny liquorice  platter

playing a set

for memories to be made treasures and cuckoo stories

of broken hearts, of lost things found,

of courage liberated

the triumphant fist of blues

the spectrum of emotion played  in those grooves

onyx plates of Soul Food 


Bobby Womack's gravel molasses tones

riffs stretching notes  beyond the elasticity of time

Funkadelic dooloops scoop me on my rollerskates:

ripped carpets, broken door handles 

Let's Get It On - big peoples music, it felt new
Marvin understood the expanse of a night for lovers hue 

and why did Anne watch and listen to the rain