Is So Meta

I grew up wireless radio

in the age of television.

Little sister and I listened 

in our beds on summer vacation nights. 

"Does it sound like he's saying,

Lucy and The Garbage Guys?"

The a.m. dial on the clock radio

and the file o fax flap of the minute digits

was enough.

Hit parade 45s were lessons 

in correctly noting the passage of time.

"Listen sister, 

the beginning of California Girls

is the flight of stairs 

leading to the start of the song."

I grew old wireless in the digital age,

drinking whiskey in basement rooms

lit with glowing vacuum tubes

chasing after the sound of car radio drums.

The radio has always been with me.

It never turns me down.

And we just drive around 

and around and around.