If I Were A Long-Forgotten Jukebox Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

If I were a long-forgotten jukebox
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk
I would summon all the strength I could muster,
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties,
And throw one hell-u-va party.
I would shout, "Let's clear a space in the center
Where we can partner up and dance! "
[Like they did in Toy Story
When no one was the wiser]
I'd extend my slender arm to a grand ol' Edsel
And shake a tailfin-der or two,
Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets
Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats
Then put back all those refurbished memories
In a cardboard box full of old postcards
Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff,
If I were a long-forgotten jukebox.