"Those Old 78s"

[Vistaldust]

"Those Old 78s". Edit

Screech old violin
through vinyl's
despair.
Release your
lament
on the open air.

Pablo's pain bursts
boldly
through your
veins,
fasting in ears
of surrendering soles.

You released your
pain on a sinking
Titan,
before salt
etched your flesh
'neath an
ominous moon.

Now a trombone crackles,
bold in brass,
to the gentle grace
of those
Big Band days.



"Those Old 78s". Original

Play oh violin through vinyl's despair.
Give your lament to the open air.
Glenn Miller's pain bursts boldly through your veins,
while a trombone crackles cold and clear,
through the mystic grace of those big band days.