I’m going back,
Back to the last century
When there were cords on telephones
And advertisements announced
That shows would be in color.
Tonight I’m going all the back
To whenever The Amazing Mr. X was made,
1948 if my Roman numerals calculation is on par,
Math got sketchy for me after calculators,
Which would have been the 70s for me.
So I’m back in it now,
The lighting is fuzzy, dreamy in fact,
Hints of romance in the sadness of a scene
Free of a green screen, without language obscene,
It’s a trip to a very different time.