Me & Mrs. Jones

Some people say that the things that tend to make us fondly remember,

Are a familiar fragrance or the sound of a voice with it's inflection and timbre.

I must say that I wholeheartedly agree that it most definitely

must be in the vibrato family of tones,

Because I can feel it each time that I hear Billy Paul's 1973

monster slow jam and a favorite on the Stepper's Set

'Me & Mrs. Jones!'You see because it conjures up memories 

of good old fashioned Heavy jade green drinking glasses 

with matching coasters

Plush green wall to wall sofasA green refrigerator

A green house phone Green everything

Because well...we lived in Da Greens!

A green and white 

flowered kitchen table with green place settings,Hanging

mustard yellow colored and green beads at the entrance of our

apartment hallway and in our bedroom hamster or gerbil

pettings.Sea monkeys and see sawsBeing young and breaking

minor laws Like jay walkingGetting written up for talking in

class

At Byrd, Jenner, Schiller, Manierre, Oscar Mayer or Sojourner

Truth.

Savoring freeze pops and ice cream cones,On a hot summer

day out on the porchWhile the radio

blared Me & Mrs. Jones.Coming inside from playing and trying

to avoid stepping on the prickly side of your mom's Clear plastic

runners,

But ironically unlike the title Me & Mrs. Jones Our parents love

was in tact and seemingly endless as an Indian summer.Come

on you know what I mean as endless as A Game Of

Thrones,

You dig, my brothers and sisters as timeless as a time capsule 

and as memorable as the incomparable Me & Mrs. Jones.