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Poetry from within
   

Boppin’in the Aisles


Detroit hits our London home, as music Mo’ wheels into town

Sounds of sixties fill the air, as Tamla vents its special sound

Marvin asks “What’s goin’ on”, as we in shock sit open mouthed

Then the Tops are “Reaching out” to see if we are there



“I can’t help myself” from gettin’ up, just as the Four are laying down

“The tracks of tears upon my face” a miracle from Smokey’s crown

Martha’s ‘running nowhere’, pipped as Gladys and her Knight’s abound

Now “Dancing in the streets” when ella’s van drives Martha to return



When tempted by the ‘tations, in ‘confusion of the ball’, I’m lost

“Is it just my imagination”, which runs away with me at cost

“I heard it through the grapevine” that this show was just sublime

Unknowing of effect on me and “This old heart of mine”

Richard Gildea


FootNote: "Motown the Musical" was playing here in London