Pie Americana
the needle skips across the vinyl,
an ever present hiss.
slide it back into the sleeve,
set it back into the pile.
American Pie
it says, a painted thumb sticking out
at you.
sliding out the disc for the first time,
remembering you.
what took so long?
absence,
a hiss,
the needle
falls into the groove.
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