Classic Rock from the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s and Today

WXYZ

Run, baby, run
through all the clichés

when I’m not
with you. Mid-morning

sunshine and blank
breeze, go on and curtail

the smoky refrain
I used to know, the haze

that eloped to
my conscience from your

figure. You live
through pictures, come

alive in tints on
a screen almost beheld

by my hands, but
your scent is gone, baby

gone, and just
fragments of your voice

when I intone
my thought in C do I

evoke. Yeah, lady,
you were pop, 4|4 time,

like a Beatles’
early song, just as much

of an earworm,
after one play on the stereo,

still humming la
ti da, making up the lyrics

as I go along
with your transmission from

a distant station,
full of static on the radio.