Boppin’in the Aisles

by | May 27, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Detroit hits our London home, as music Mo’ wheels into town
Sounds of sixties fill the air, as Tamla vents its special sound
Marvin asks “What’s goin’ on”, as we in shock sit open mouthed
Then the Tops are “Reaching out” to see if we are there

“I can’t help myself” from gettin’ up, just as the Four are laying down
“The tracks of tears upon my face” a miracle from Smokey’s crown
Martha’s ‘running nowhere’, pipped as Gladys and her Knight’s abound
Now “Dancing in the streets” when ella’s van drives Martha to return

When tempted by the ‘tations, in ‘confusion of the ball’, I’m lost
“Is it just my imagination”, which runs away with me at cost
“I heard it through the grapevine” that this show was just sublime
Unknowing of effect on me and “This old heart of mine”


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