Tom Breihan over at Stereogum has been running a column about all the Number One songs on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart since its inception in 1958. (It’s great—you should check it out.) I decided to use each song as a writing prompt.
A sweet bouquet.
As he sidles up,
he whispers
your sobriquet
—part of the opening salvo
feigning intimacy,
love not as salvation
but acquisition—
not your real name.
A sweet bouquet,
but no plans to stay—
The game is still the game.
Polking Classroom 