The old man walked into the late night party,
through the throng of young hipsters,
carrying a square cardboard envelope,
that had a picture of a peaceful artist,
standing in the rain.

Each step had purpose until he reached the destination.

Moving some jackets and purses,
he lifted the clear plastic lid,
on a strange machine,
of knobs, levers and buttons.

Pressing ever so slightly he reaches,
into the square sleeve.
Pulling out a thinner paper square,
then a black round super thin disc.

Placing the dark circle,
over a silver rod,
letting it slide down to the base.

Lifting another metal rod,
he lowers it gently onto what is now spinning.

Everything at the gala stopped,
as people looked around,
wondering about,
What’s Going On.