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 its inflection and timber.

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 sofas

Green refrigerator

A Green house phone 

Green everything

Cuz hell we lived in the Green’s!

Green and white 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 and cat pettings.

Sea monkeys and see saws

Being young and breaking minor laws 

Like jay walking

Getting written up for talking

In class

At Schiller

SojournerTruth

St. Joseph

Manière

Oscar Mayer

Jenner or

Richard E. Byrd

Savoring freeze pops and ice cream cones

On a hot summer day out on the porch

While the radio blares 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 intact 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.