Smooth Jazz
When radio was invented
there was already a
smooth jazz station
but can you hear my
transmission?
from a Super 8 motel
parts unknown
to all the easy riders
on the Missing in Action Highway
and the Lonely Hearts Club
at the Green Door
can you hear me?
there’s Vaseline on the clock
time is slipping away
I’ve loved so very few
that have drifted through
the empty Kmart of my life
we all just pissed in the wind
and crossed streams
shared cigarettes to the filter
drove until there’s no gas
stole change from unlocked cars
so we could take the bus home
then there’s always a day
that the music died
and right now
the wind is blowing
the end is nigh
so meet me at
Friendship Park
on the swings
3am sharp
before my voice fades
the radio cracks
and it’s nothing
but smooth jazz
Horror Sleaze Trash 