I danced in the grocery store line
Bobbin my head to a memory
Was it Whitney? Maybe Paula?
Hmmm, it doesnt matter it was familiar.
And I sang along.
When my mother took me as a child
To Framer Jacks or A and P
I used to hate the music piped over the intercom
Songs from an age in which I was unfamiliar
But as I hefted produce, and cheese, and wine to the conveyor belt
I slipped back in time for a moment
And dance and sang with my coupons and money in hand
Unafraid, unbothered, singing in harmony with Steve Perry
About a boy born and raised in South Detroit
Yes. I was happy for a moment
And the headliner in lane number 9
This made me smile. You are the headliner of lane 9!
I was notorious for embarrassing another relative of ours by making feeble attempts at the moonwalk when Thriller played at Meijer. Far from headliner status but enjoyed watching big boy blush.
Loo
What a nice poem. It put a smile on my face as well. 🙂
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