The hallowed deck
warmly rubbered
span to life
its beating art
sent thumping
into wood box speakers
watt-filled copper cables
topping up the shop's life
causing people to nod
rhythmically
to kick and snare
exploding mid range
Tannoys
and herding bass lines
route one
through the rib cage.
Jerry Pike
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