The Bar of Unwanted Sound

A Record and a Cassette drowned their regrets,
In the bar of the unwanted sound,
The Record recollects a smooth needle's caress,
As he frequents the bar of the unwanted sound,

The Cassette interjects over long car journeys and treks,
Far away from the bar of the unwanted sound,
Until technology's progress caused him to prematurely eject,
Into the bar of the unwanted sound,

A CD walks in looking pale and quite thin,
Up to the bar of the unwanted sound,
His midlife crisis begins, as he orders a gin,
From behind the bar of the unwanted sound,

An iPod passes by looking slick and quite fly,
Outside the bar of the unwanted sound,
The ladies give him a wink and a smile
While the others just blink as they cry...
From inside the bar of the unwanted sound,

They jeer and shout out to him:
"Enjoy it while it lasts my friend,”
“One day you'll be old yourself and then!!"

He laughs all the same,
Switches and shuffles down the lane,
Ignorant of their claim,
That one day a seat will bear his name,
Right there beside them and their pain,
With only echoes of their lost fame
Within the bar of the unwanted sound.

By Mr. Gee

Note from the Author

Poetry on BBC Radio 4 ; From July 6th 2009..

I'm presenting the poetry series "Bespoken Word" on BBC Radio 4 every Wednesday night at 11pm for the next 5 weeks. It features a tiny snapshot of the UK performance poetry scene and features artists such as Scoobius Pip, Polar Bear and the late Adrian Mitchell.

"Bespoken Word" aims to bring together all the different styles of British poetry, from the harsh street corners to the comfy armchairs by the fire. You can hear each episode again on BBC iplayer.

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