This Magic Moment by The Drifters is playing On the beat up jukebox in the corner That still takes quarters and plays records “This magic moment so different and new” Crones out Ben E. King to bored listeners In a place that hasn’t seen magic in years Smelling like stale beer and sadness Swathed in unnatural neon light flickering Competing with a beer light over the pool table With ripped felt and questionable stains Where sideburns in a trucker hat is talking To a woman who hasn’t been sober in years Wearing makeup that paints an emotion She doesn’t remember how to feel And somewhere inside me I totally feel that All the desolation prompting a question Why am I here and the answer is obvious As the lack of effort in my watered down drink I’m lost here with everyone else here stuck In this magic moment
A response to Eugi’s prompt on Magic.
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Love your take on the prompt! A different side of life, indeed! Thank you so much for joining in.
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I always think of old bars when I think about those old songs. They don’t get played in modern places any more.
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Unfortunately!
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I agree. There’s something about the character a jukebox gives a place.
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