Surry - to move with the expectation of having a good time
Hefting the iron
Hot and cumbersome
My mom would starch a mountain
Of dad’s work shirts
I would jump up and dance
When Motown would drop
On the battered stereo
Hissing and popping
As the needle fell into the groove
Of the 5th dimension
Chiming throughout the house
Can you surry, can you picnic?
Gliding across the linoleum floor
Damp hair brushed back
We’d surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Until static signaled the record’s end
Can you surry?
Hefting the iron
Hot and cumbersome
My mom would starch a mountain
Of dad’s work shirts
I would jump up and dance
When Motown would drop
On the battered stereo
Hissing and popping
As the needle fell into the groove
Of the 5th dimension
Chiming throughout the house
Can you surry, can you picnic?
Gliding across the linoleum floor
Damp hair brushed back
We’d surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Until static signaled the record’s end
Can you surry?
2 comments:
Oh yes I can! I got a smile at seeing/hearing the 5th Dimension once again. I loved "Up Up And Away" too. I remember they were one of the black groups that didn't threaten White America.
What a fun poem, and full of fabulous imagery of when records were played and there was not rush for them to end. I loved this!
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