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Monday, March 14, 2016

"Synchronicity"


Time travel,
Rapper’s Delight
rockin’ my ’99 Honda,
tiny car seats  in my back seat
vibrating with the bass.
I doubt this is what the Sugar Hill Gang
had in mind,
their future a soundtrack
for young children on the way
to second grade,
better than dad’s music
(not realizing that this was once dad’s music!)

A slick yet aging business man
glides towards Starbucks,
feet away from the music yet
in perfect time to the beat,
confidant in the caffeinated pattern
of his morning,
his wingtips like auxiliary percussion
behind the Sugar Hill Gang,
who from a million miles away
are making him cooler than he ever could imagine.

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