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I Was the Jukebox by Sandra Beasley
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Nov 24, 2011

it was amazing

This is one of those fine books of poetry that make reading all the not-as-good ones worthwhile just to get to a gem like this. One of the comments on the jacket describes these as "fresh, crisp, and muscular." I agree, especially with the muscular. I'll do something I rarely do and include one of the poems in this review.

You Were You

I dreamt we were in your favorite bar:
you were you, I was the jukebox.
I played Sam Cooke for you,
but you didn't look over once.
I wanted to dance. I wanted a Scotch.
I wanted you to take your hands off of her.
You were wearing your best smile
and the shirt that made your eyes green.
If you had asked, I'd have told you
her hair looked like plastic.
But then, my mouth was plastic.
I weighed 300 pounds.
I glittered like 1972.
A man tried to seduce me with quarters
but I could her his truck outside,
still running. I was loyal to you.
I played Aretha, Marvin, the Reverend Al.
You kissed her all the way out the door.
Later, I tried to make my own music,
humming one circuit against the other,
running the needle up and down.
The bubbles in my blood were singing.
In the morning they came to repair me.

This is great poetry and I really enjoyed this book. May even have to get my own copy some day. instead of just checking it out of the library again and again.

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