Here’s another poem that I wrote, inspired by the John Mayer tune, New Light. I’ll provide more of an explanation in my next post today. The classic journalism tease!

Catchy Tune

Over and over,
I hear it inside.
Is there a doctor,
That I can confide?

“There’s nothing in there,”
The nurse used a scope.
It won’t come out,
Even with soap.

It’s not like some pest,
Crawled in my ear.
It’s just a song,
There’s nothing to fear.

I’m not even sure,
Where it came from?
It’s just a tune.
I continue to hummmm.

Where did it start?
This much I know.
I was just listening,
To the radio.

Can you hear it?
Or is it just me?
And If you could,
You’d surely agree.

It was catchy,
Caught my attention.
How it got in there,
Is beyond comprehension.

I’ll sing to myself,
Then play it again.
My mind is a jukebox,
With a record to spin.

Don’t need a quarter,

Or punch B-23.

It repeats itself,

All for free.

 

One more time,

Don’t ever stop.

No replay to push,

Or needle to drop.

 

No album to buy,

A download was made.

I liked what I heard,

And within me it played.

 

Does it hurt?

No, I’m not in pain.

It’s just a favorite,

Stuck in my brain

 

It’s not contagious,

Nor is it a germ.

I think they call it,

An inner ear worm.

 

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