As Carl pulled UP in front of the juke-joint the memories of days past flooded his cloudy mind.

Pretty girls, loud music, dancing till closing time; ah, those were the days!

He ambled inside even though he knew he’d know no one in the place and his own joints wouldn’t let him dance the night away.

Young kids stood by the juke box; bobby soxers playing music he’d never heard idly tapped and bounced to the beat.

It wasn’t the same, she wasn’t there.

Her juke joint days ended long ago, his were far behind; but the memories, oh, the memories, thank goodness they lasted and brought him joy.


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This week’s prompt was joint.