B-side

A poem inspired by Stories from the Jukebox

B-side

All you see

is a high-pitched

blip.

I am more

than that playful,

one-note call

for rain.

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The masses pop

for bumblebees—

the one refrain—

the only version

they savored.

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Did you catch

the tones

on the B-side?

You would have

heard the sickest

bass lines.

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I left the scene

before you saw

the man behind

that falsetto—

what I could

really do.

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But here it is,

one parting clue—

my words

run deeper than

those cursed charts

of 1992.

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This poem was inspired by this week’s Stories from the Jukebox special edition — Dueling Jukeboxes. Join in here!

Dueling Jukeboxes

And check out my previous headline submission from last week!

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That’s all from me — Chris B.