Saturdays on Soul Train

Platforms, bell bottoms & paisley prints
Funky Chickened & Bumped the Soul Train line,
one hour once a week cool moves & us glued 
to a rock & rolling tv & music in mono but 
all so special in its scarcity.
Now then every granny, toddler, & all in between 
TikTok, Facebook, Instagram their moves
on phones, tablets, laptops, streaming & streaming
& streaming into infinity,
on tv every consumer-driven product sells itself dancing,
none of it special, it all blurs into flailing arms & legs,
white noise & puppet images —
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Na/GloPoWriMo day 14 prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances.

Showing my age in this one! Seriously, the dancing is losing its special. ✌️