MACHO DISCO MAN
A prayer
There’s an old guy
Hangs around these parts
You’ll see ‘im now and then
Pets every dog that walks his way
But shrugs at every man
He tinkers
On machines most days
Cursing to remember
How his luck just up and ran away
From days he can’t surrender
The days seem short
But moments stretch
When caught in spiderwebs
Twisting him nearly mummified
In endless silken threads
Yesterdays and yesteryears
Are all the same you see
He just can’t seem
To jump the groove
On that worn out 33
That sad song keeps on playing
O’er and o’er in his head
The syncopated rhythms
Those lonely silken threads
Against the endless
Sunny days
His face locks on the ground
He dare not let new music in
Lest it keep him from
His sound.
My dearest macho disco man
Yesterday’s long gone
And your heart deserves new melodies
To help you sing along.