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| THE REEL TO REEL |
How I loved it
When the reel to reel
Spun its spell
Of the Beatles
And the Beau Brummels
Four tracks of stereo
On eight inch wheels
I was too young
To buy me one
But I stared at some
Near a store
Which held what I adored
At eye level display
Left and right cabinet speakers
Hinged like beautiful Mahogany doors
Like a brown Eagles beautiful spread
It got into my heart and head
A perfect mixture of wood and metal
And a weave of tweed
On the cabinet speakers indeed
The power switch gave me an itch
The play lever and recording gauges looked rich
Always loaded with tape and ready to go
Wanted to run it but feared my ignorance would show
A twelve year olds drool to make him look a fool
I yearned for the machine I knew I would never have
By the time in high school I knew it would be had
And this model no longer made
Or by the time I had a job for the money wave
I dreamed of being older and that machine I had
One day I got the nerve
To touch its beautifully hinged wooden speakers
They slowly folded like a smooth pouring beaker
Slowly hiding its eight inch reels and gauges
I cried inside of not having the wages
And once the left and right cabinets fully closed
They locked with a click to which I itched my nose
Licked my lips like heaven to behold
Stood back to stare as if it was mine
Like a fine wooden suitcase with a handle on top, I pined