Uptown Free Radio

It’s been twenty thousand days since the best ones
Hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines
The telephone hasn’t rung since April
Staring windows. Ballroom jokes, respirators, kidney stones
Neon skies open up
Three Saturdays a month
The air in uptown swells
The windowpanes can go to hell
Slow summer walking through a bad neighborhood
Toothless smiles renew ventricles
The radio is live, the listeners
The listeners have found their reason
The phone hasn’t rung since April
The music turns alone
The phone hasn’t rung since April
The music turns alone
Alone alone alone
Into home