Wake Up Call

Wake Up Call

Pouring them down late into the night.
Burning up the world, and yourself
in the process. Remember those days?

Then behind the wheel, homeward bound,
oncoming cars the light that kept you awake.
The radio’s blare and the window’s rattle.

Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah.
Drumbeat on the steering wheel,
counting headlights to the music’s rhythm.

Wondering the next morning how you got home.
That’s when you finally came to your senses.
How did you ever survive those days?

This poem is my response to This one’s for you, Bjorn!, the prompt from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which asks us to use “word for word, one line, and one line only” from the lyrics of Dancing Queen, by ABBA. (“Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah“)

Image source: Wikimedia Commons

31 thoughts on “Wake Up Call

  1. Great use of the line! Oh yes…..I wonder how I ever made it through some of those wild times when I was young. At least my folks had a stick-shift car which required me to focus a bit more than had it been automatic!

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  2. Absolutely stellar writing here, Ken! I love how seamlessly you have incorporated the line here. I guess there is a certain kind of magic that aids us in surviving a certain time, era and place. 💝💝

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