TIME WARP

TIME WARP

like my old Chevy van

used to get stuck in gear

my mind is stuck in the past

I fear

Herbie Hancock

and Headhunters

on the sound track

all that funk

that just won’t come back

and I pause the typing to clap

and no one wants to flirt

with a guy in a turquoise shirt

the 70s forty five years ago

and the sound track has

changed to hip hop

and live artists

who play turntables

and ghetto boys

covered in tattoos and bling

who shout and gesture

but sure can’t sing

but we are all one with our gadgets

we are drawn to them

like iron filings are drawn to magnets

who would have imagined

when in the time of boom boxes

we would feel naked going out

without our laptops or phones

loud conversations when walking in the street

no longer the vocation of the crazy

ear buds in

oblivious to the reality of the hood

with far too many cameras

and not enough food

pardon my inattention

there are too many things going on

to mention

and

I’m not prepared to leave this therapy

and my comforable

time warp

JWL