It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub (which has FINALLY reopened!) and it’s once again time to create a 44-word poem using the word (or some form thereof) JUKE.
Thanks to Brian Miller, a Pub co-founder, for helping celebrate a decade’s worth of Pub Fun and supplying the cool prompt.
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After Last Call (Acrostic)
Just before Closing Time, seriously
Under the influence but craving one last
Knock-yer-socks-off tune, he finds
Everything he’s ever needed
Just two quick clicks away
On the antique glitterbox
In the corner of the bar.
Nobody’s there to share the tune:
Time stands still.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #131
~ JUKE ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
I imagine he can just about smell and taste the moment that the song is taking him back to…and that he doesnt care too much that he is alone in the moment…nor does he feel it.
Smiles.
Nice acrostic too. First one I seen tonight.
Clever You! I’ll be there in a jiffy.
I can feel the beauty in solitude, as well with its isolation especially with playing music alone.
Nice play with the word Jukebox here – and how you made time stand still
Clever, a quadrille AND an acrostic! I enjoyed it.
This is absolutely fabulous, Ron! 💝💝
Gosh, I love this.
Love me an acrostic, and this one is snazzy, beyond cool. If you would have added a rhyme scheme it would have been a triple threat.
Nobody’s there? Well dang!
It’s so nice that he gets to be alone with his memories…no interference from his real time
Love your Acrostic Ron. You are right music needs no crowd to be enjoyed … even when you are tipped!
I like this play on the prompt. Nicely done acrostic and quadrille poem.
Clever!
I vote for – beyond clever!
❤
David
Nice capture of a moment, Ron., winding down to that final standstill, when the bar is finally empty and the night is almost over.
“Just two quick clicks away
On the antique glitterbox
In the corner”
I love that.
Really really really can relate to this poem. Nice one.
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Well done, Ron.! This acrostic flows so naturally–not forced at all– and I can so imagine that scene. (In my mind, time literally stops because it’s the Twilight Zone.) 😀
Acrostic poems are much more difficult to do well – as you have here – than non-poets realise. Well done!
Oh wow. I was there back then, and your poem took me back again. Very nice.
Acrostically frosty my friend, like the tall cool one at the bar — not the beer Ron, the leggy one… 😉
What a seamless weaving of story, scene and acrostics. Nice!!
straw and peanut shells on the floor and both kinds of music on the dial – country, and western ~
I feel really how the time has passed with this one… but as long there is the music he can travel in time.
A song can always make a person smile.