The older he gets...the more he regrets...
that he hadn't...
got here before...
cause...
his analog way's...
from the...
good old days...
are all...
he's hanker'n for...
the digital crap...
done faded back...
as he hum's...
what his soul...
can hear...
the Dorsey brothers...
Tommy and Jimmy...
and Goodman...
come clear'r...
and clear'r...
he's a hardwired...
fart...
with a glow...
in his heart...
from...
an old time...
vacuum tube...
he loves those...
high fidelity tunes...
that helped men...
win a war...
he spins a dish...
with his...
kitchen miss...
standing...
by his side...
he's glad...
she chose...
back...
fifty years ago...
to be his bride...
she's an analog chic...
with her...
dear old stick...
and she...
lets him know...
as they...
dance away
the night...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
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