Clicking thru the options on a smart TV,
I select music channels, favored songs,
Youtube picks, documentaries, poetry...
Endless variety on MP3 players these days.
At times I may wonder what happened to
old-fashioned broadcast radio, AM and FM.
The AM band still exists, sustained by talk shows,
news, sports, weather and good old-time religion.
I listen in the car, gratified that this leftover beacon from
the 20th century is still there to inform, entertain and comfort.
My interest lasts anywhere from a few minutes to an
entire car ride. Then I shove a memory stick into the slot,
and await a thousand favored ambient tunes to begin.
It is good that the AM past is there, although
my focus still seeks the novel and unique.
These jaded brain cells crave stimulation.
AM radio is my shag carpet,
pleasurable to mental toes,
missed only when it is gone,
Taken for granted when present.
Like everything else.