I, too, have waited,
fingers on the "record" button,
for my current favourite song.
I, too, have scolded the DJ
when he talked too soon
or way too long, especially
when the intro already played.
I, too, cursed when
there came "Breaking News"
right in the middle of
that long awaited song.
And somewhere,
under the bed or
in the back of the wardrobe
I sill have some
of these tapes, labelled
in my kid’s scrawl.
Sometimes, they did not
announce the song title
(or I just didn’t understand it)
so I invented titles like
“Sad Man’s Song” or
“Blind the Wind”.
In those golden days
before the radio went gaga.
Oliver Kleyer is a teacher and poet from Northern Germany. He writes in German and English. His poems have appeared in The Creative Zine, dadakuku, the FromOneLine to another-anthology, and elsewhere. When not writing or teaching, he's trying to make his mandolin sing. Find him at Twitter.com/funnyfrogget and @funnyfrogget.bsky.social.
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