Play me that jukebox, baby,
you know the buttons to push.
Hit Marvin, cuz we know
you want to get it on with me.
I know, you can’t stop loving me.
Push the Ray button, honey.
Hold me real close.
Maybe I’ll be tempted.
dVerse is back after our two week summer hiatus! Written for dVerse’s Quadrille prompt which must use the word “juke” or a form of the word, within a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe, opens at 3 PM Boston time! Come join us!
PS: I remember going on high school dates to get a burger and cherry coke, and plugging quarters in the jukebox, picking out our favorite songs.
lillian the home poet 
Ahm I hope so. Lol. I knew the songs without even needing the videos. Music can definitely set the mood for…love. SO were those fountain drinks? We just had a place come in here that has an old fashioned soda bar. Pretty cool. I wonder if they have a juke box, they should. Oldies but goodies.
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Oh yeah. You had to order a chocolate, or vanilla or cherry coke….just like you did a chocolate malt or chocolate milkshake (which is called a frappe in Boston, by the way). I so remember being out on a date with Ronnie VanBergen who had the coolest chevy, pulling up to the drivein/eat in place, parking and rolling down the window so the carhop (on rollerskates) could come take our order, and then come back with the tray that hooked on to the rolled down (almost) window and we’d sit there and eat frenchfries dripping in catsup. I also remember the sock hops where bazillions of saddle shoes (and bubbles – which were somehow a softer leather than saddle shoes but looked like them) were piled on the side of the gym floor and we literally danced in our bobby sox. My mom must have hated those dances. I assume she washed them with bleach, in with my dad’s white undershorts and boxer shorts – and by the way, one of my tasks was ironing, including my dad’s undershorts and boxer shorts!!!
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You have to know the right buttons to push! Can’t juke your way around that.
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Exactly! 🙂
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Today when all music is always available I can no longer choose what to hear… the music is settle by AI and adds… those buttons sound cool… maybe a modern-day jukebox can be done.
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Oh I’m sure, that here in the states, there are some retro diners that sill have jukeboxes and carhops and waitresses with white bobby sox on! 🙂
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I am soo loving the attitude in this one, my dearest Lillian 😀 The quadrille just flows.. seamlessly and beautifully … Happy 10th dVerse Pub Anniversary 💝💝💝
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Happy #10 to you as well! Aren’t we just forever grateful to Brian for his role in founding this amazing pub??? 🙂
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Very nice – I like the confident tone in this – the smile and twinkling eye – definitely the right buttons pushed – ha – very nice!
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Ah…..you caught the invisible twinkling eye 🙂 Glad you enjoyed!
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Love this one and the wordplay throughout. A very strong voice pervades this piece, and it is indeed confident.
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Thanks, Lucy. So glad you enjoyed!
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Love this Lillian!
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Thank you, Linda!
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You’re welcome!
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Your reply to Brian took me back – to the A&W where the girls really did serve us in our cars on roller skates…….and the cars were old Chevvies, and the fellows had duck tails and smelled of talcum powder…..sigh…………..
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EXACTLY!!! 🙂
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Remember the diners and soda fountains pre-fast food? Real ice cream milk shakes in huge silver decanters poured into fountain glasses? The only place to get hamburgers in the early 50’s. They used to have juke box remote selections at every table. You are such a tease! Love it.
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Love how you brought Marvin and Ray into this poem … made my day. Jukebox dancing was MY THING in the 50’s. Loved your poem.
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My sorta tunes fer sure, Lillian. Thanks for the songfest. We used to visit a nearby diner that featured mini-jukes at every booth that, if you plunked in the cash, the whole place had to listen. The waitress always rolled her eyes when she saw us coming. The funny part was that popular-tunes-of-the-day were (of course) often selected by several booths simultaneously, thus causing the song to play if not repeatedly, then at least every 2nd or 3rd time. Woo-hoo!!! Thanks for the memories.
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I love the music. I play these classics in youtube when I am working, smiles. Happy memories to treasure Lillian.
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Brian certainly touched off a firestorm of memories. Such fun to read both poems and comments!
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“Hit Marvin” gets the groove moving. Good memories of good times for you.
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Great memories from the juke box days/daze! Love your poem.
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Oh Lillian – the second song choice always breaks my heart! It must have been wonderful to grow up in an era of such music.
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Didn’t need the videos to know where you were going. Love it, Lillian!
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Oh, this was so much fun, Lillian! Push the right buttons indeed! 😏
And those are the type of songs that pass the test of time.
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Oh, my. I loved those 44 words. Nice. 🙂
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Aww, this is so sweet and playful. Love the way you incorporated those oldies.
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Sexy, sexy, sexy! 🥵
-David
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this pushes the right buttons and now i am smiling. 🙂
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