Second Hand Noise

for the drive, for the silence

Sifting through CDs on a thrift store shelf

How many times has someone donated the same scrap album
hoping to rehome it

The heat is cranked,
and I’ve sweat through the shirt under my coat

there’s this weird textured dust all over my fingers where I’ve touched each case

and I’m here because spring has decided not to come
Just snow that falls

But I need the noise of anything but silence
When I drive to and fro

Cause there’s just something I’m waiting on
And it hasn’t seemed to find me

So I’m sifting through someone’s forgotten collection
Picking out the ones that catch my eye

Tracing each title

Hoping to adopt it,
like noise, into my life

For now



- Forbes

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Went to the thrift store yesterday.

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