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 it's inflection and timbre.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 coastersPlush green wall to wall sofasA green refrigeratorA green house phone Green everythingBecause well...we lived in Cabrini Green!A green and white flowered 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 or gerbil pettings.Sea monkeys and see sawsBeing young and breaking minor laws Like jay walkingGetting written up for talkingIn classAt Byrd, Jenner, Schiller or Sojourner Truth.Savoring freeze pops and ice cream cones,On a hot summer day out on the porchWhile the radio blared 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 in tact 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 andAs memorable as the incomparable Me & Mrs. Jones.