Abandoned life,

two jobs and a career on pause;

on the road, everything becomes new,

unique, and full of possibility.

Diner in Colorado,

jukebox on the table;

a few coins, an “ancient” song plays,

bringing back the years,

where all my tears are stored.

Author: Tzvi Fievel

I have B.A.'s in Psychology, and English; and, a certificate in psychophysical re-education; at current, I am exploring my third area of academic interest - ecology. My spiritual journey, through many transitions, culminated in taking the yoke of Heaven upon myself.

13 thoughts on “Reminisce”

  1. Nice emotion in that last line. I love the road too. Though I have settled a bit I used to jet set around the country with work seeing everything. Now if I am lucky I serve overseas in my summers and try giving back to the world.

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  2. Uh oh — A couple of beers and a sad song on a juke box in a strange place — and the tears have been there waiting all the time.

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    1. A couple of coca colas, perhaps, as far as I can recall, while having lunch at the diner.
      Although, now that I think about this, my purpose for going to the diner in the first place,
      was to get an actual chocolate milkshake – where else, except at a diner?


  3. Made me think of a jukebox full of tears, waiting to be reclaimed by each person throwing in their coins. The image reminded me that I DID actually experience those little jukeboxes at a restaurant in a major department store. I am older than I thought. 😉

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