SeptPoWriMo 17

When I hear the score to the musical 
I think of when I first listened to it
on a library record player my
first year of college it was not homework
for I had no idea where home might be
I might have been avoiding my roommate
(algorithms would have chosen better)
just a young kid I was with too long hair
wondering what the songs would sound like
in a phase of life I had not known yet
neither single nor yet getting married
but following all the chords and the rhymes
flowing so fast before they could arrive
lacking company for being alive