the record store

back home
not too far from my apartment
there was this record-store
a small store
that could fit maybe five or six people
but i never saw more than two in there
i used to stop by most every day
to listen to music they wouldn't play anywhere else
to look at albums i'd never seen before
i would hang out with the owner and talk about music
for hours
i liked him a lot
he was passionate about his buisness
and i wished that i had a passion
sometimes i listen to the records i bought there
and i think about him
that store was his life
and eventually his death
he died of a heart-attack when he was 30
i tried to go back to that store
but it wasn't the same
not when he was gone
now they play the same music they play everywhere else
i've seen all the albums before
now there is usually more than two people in the store
and i can't go back there anymore