For the Record

Record scratch, flip to side B, Unknown songs that are a part of me, Fresh sounds and unusual beats, I'm tapping my feet, This change of tune, It came so soon, Where was the crossfade, The suspension of self, Thrown into a genre of difference, Leaves me losing every sense,

But the beat resonates, The tempo complicates, And I nod my head, Tap the table, Bounce my leg, A new sound that I'd searched for, Beyond a horizon I never saw, Side B on repeat.