it's just another song sung blue (or jukebox rejection)

it's just another song sung blue (or jukebox rejection)

 

 

i asked you to love me

and you politely declined

 

so i searched for another dance 

but never got into rhythm

 

i was still moving

to the thought of you

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/4/19

Reviews

[kentuck14]

J,
Don't seem to matter a whole lot seeing the partners usually aren't using the same moves in todays style of dance . . . at least it was that way when I hit the roadhouse!
I like your ending here . . . I often thought . . . just who am I dancing with? My original partner or someone else?!
T

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i just close my eyes and keep dancing....
:)))
thank you, T.
j.

[R.E. Ray]

J., this poem reminds me of listening to the radio alone on a long drive, but imagining myself in another place with a favorite person and music, unable to remember the last song that played and the last exit I passed. We move to the thought of others, sometimes when physically moving in another direction.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we move on....but when i hear an oldie it is weird...a song i had heard so many times, and yet it reminds me of one particular encounter.
thank you for relating R.E.
yes, we do move to those thoughts, don't we..?
appreciate your insightful reviews and your sharing, R.E....
j.

[Lorry]

Sometimes the most simplest of thoughts can convey volumes of thought. This is one of them. A kaleidoscope of thoughts, wishes and what ifs that has played on a jukebox we have all known.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i appreciate this review, Lorry...because i often wonder if i am too obscure to make any sense.
read morei appreciate this review, Lorry...because i often wonder if i am too obscure to make any sense.
j.

[Lorry]

I know how that one goes too Jacob. A lot of the words i use i forget are Scots words, or specifically Scots slang, so when i say someone looks glaikit, they give me a glaikit look, which shows they havent understood, but here its an everyday word. (it can mean perplexed, confused, or a simpleton)
Billy Connolly, a great comic, says we aim to confuse. We even give directions by pointing our toes where you want to go, rather than our hands. Its understanding we second guess ourselves.

[Chris Shaw]

Aw, you have been listening to Neil Diamond as I have this week. Short poem, so much feeling in it. So much pathos. Very moving to read.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love Neil...but one thing that bothered me was how he got all glitter like Vegas...especially when i hear his "forever in Blue Jeans" almost as if he sold out....when i saw him in concert he was Vegas dressed but it didn't matter..he had the audience eating out of his hand...and he was great.'
he makes good background music in my head...:)
j.

[Chris Shaw]

He is a great artist and I don't really mind how he dresses. You are right about that background music in your head. The beat and lyrics of his songs are so strong they are dead easy to remember and sing along too. The tribute act we saw had him all glitter and sparkly :))

[Stella Armour]

Ah sad, when that happens Jacob.

Maybe she just didn't like the way you danced ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

must be, Stella,
must be.
thank you,
j.

[FJ Davis]

Those "polite declines" hurt worse than a slap.
Still, some dancers can't be replaced.
All too familiar, MR. J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, FJ...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

We always want the one we can't have, isn't that the truth? Great metaphor. Some move to the thought of another for a lifetime. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lydi,
j.

[gram linski]

...as the music died, every school dance ever, lol,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and the boys all sat up in the bleachers in the gym, while the girls danced...
j.

[Michael Oliver]

Blimey Jacob this rejuvenated me to a nneteen yearl old when I qrote the following qhich popped into my head while reading A girl I've found
So full of grace
I love her profound
Not just her face
Nice to feel that young blood while reading your verse, coursing through my system

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love it when a poem may inspire a poem...
at that age...yes, i remember too...she was full of grace as well...i was too young to realize.
thank you, Michael.
j.