the announcer

here I sit
again
as the man on the radio
tells me, “for the next
3 hours we will be listening
to…”

it’s now eleven p.m.
I’ve heard this man’s
voice
for many years.
he must be very
old.
his station plays the best
variety of classical
music.

I don’t recall how many
women I have lived with
while listening to his
station,
or during that time
how many cars I’ve
owned
or how many places I’ve
lived in.

now each time I hear him,
I think, well, he’s still
alive, he sounds all right
but the poor fellow must be
very old.

some day
he’ll have his funeral,
a little trail of cars
following the limo with
his hearse.

and then I’ll have to
listen to
a new voice.

he must be very old,
poor fellow,
every time I hear his voice
again
I pour a tall one
take a good hit
knowing he’s made
one more
night
along with me…
typing away
here…

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