the day aretha franklin died

my tastes vary.

from hipster indie
to gangster hip-hop,
but what I really love
is soul music
played in the background
while writing or falling in love.

Chopin is good at a moment a month,
and punk rock or ska was only good
when I was feeling good
and I seldom felt that way.

I wish I could go back in time
and tell a young me
that it's okay not to be boxed in
by music or art or anything you like;
you can be a skater kid
and dig Aretha.

don't judge me,
not today...or ever.
judge me on a Monday,
after I've had my coffee.

then let's compare JetBlue headphones.