(Dedicated to the memory of Handel Jim and to those who loved the old Juke Box)
Whenever there were people around.
There was this music playing its sound.
The rhythm and beat that swayed over all.
Always caught people unaware , in a trip and a fall.
Spirits high, melancholic or pensive it could be.
The juke box made its music and all could see.
Guitar strings and notes in perfect harmony.
Over every soul it wrapped itself magically.
No writer, voice or even tambourine.
Could capture the soul of this jukebox routine.
Never ceasing constantly fluid and twanging a rhythm on.
Stirring the soul deep within even after the music was gone.
It was time for the old jukebox to play one last magical song.
But, when he beautifully ended it nothing seemed more wrong.
But all of a sudden that old jukebox was all done.
Mid song he stopped, leaving his audience stunned.
And as every heart shuffled on knowing the last song they had missed.
The old juke box laughed knowing every last captured soul was his.
