Deejaying to an Audience of One

Once, 

we controlled

the airwaves

Well,

within a tiny radius,

for a couple hours

each week

Blasting

Weird Al

and the Beatles

and whoever else

we pulled from

our backpacks

each Wednesday night

Now,

headphones

keep me company

on long walks alone

And

I still control

the music

But

the audience,

as statistically 

insignificant

as it was,

has dwindled

to one

New

discoveries and

underappreciated gems

fill my ears

Leaving

me longing

for the days,

sitting beside

one of my

best friends,

microphones

in front of us,

laughing and jamming,

the decision

of which track

would next hit 

the airwaves 

sitting snugly

in our hands

24 Apr 2020