Jukebox queues.

The jukebox queues

Pocket searching for Change

Looking for a perfect performance

lost on deaf ears again 

torn speaker diaphragms

A cloth and bell rings

Shouting time to the 11 times 11 that revolving table  

shrewd moves hooved marks left in the dust

String on fingers rice paper mice 

And could barley see straight. 

In it’s shark suit armour.