Volunteer DJ

I’m a volunteer DJ
At a radio station
Whose transmission stretches
Only five miles
And though I agree the form’s obsolete
I feel that I need to perform with style
Simultaneous playlists
In a red spiral notebook
Of internet treasures
And crate digging gems
And sad as it seems
They would feel more complete
If I had both the time
And means to hear all
That there is
But I may never know
No, I may never know
And my favorite album
I found in the basement
Of a gently used bookstore
A local releas
And twenty years since
I’m still not convincd
That an album exists that means that much to me
They were mid-70's rockers
They vanish completely
But I own all of their records
The whole discography
And don’t get me wrong:
It’s okay that they’re gone
But I feel like they stopped
Before reaching their peak
And we may never know
No, we may never know
And in the bookstore last night
I saw the singer of the band stand in line
I must admit I didn’t dare waste his time
I stood and watched as he was selling LPs
To the register teen
Somewhat relieved and impressed
Fifty dollars, fifty dollars at best
«And a baby is crying in the back bedroom,»
I write in my notebook
As she gets rocked to sleep
«Someday you’ll find the best songs of all time
May they be priceless and worthless
Like all the best things.»