A CRY OF IMPROVISATION AT 33 ⅓ RPM
(for Eardrum)
First hold your lover's hand—
the needle.
Then lower it slowly
to tongue
a curve
of the record's ear.
Maybe cultivate
what sweet beats
seem to bloom in the valley
of the groove
Next laugh at folks
who try to make requests
Because what Chef would let
the diners determine
Which entrees
make the menu?
Young boys
think it's about
quick flicks of the wrist
or transforming scratches
But could it be about
knowing the beat
of every rhyme
like a mama knows
her child's cries?
Or filling the page
of the empty floor
with a cursive language
of dance?
Suppose nobody cares
how fast you scratch
Cuz it ain’t
about soothing
any itch,
But about how many hairstyles
are still standing
At the end of the night?
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