Radio Day

Ill.
Bloody ill.

And those freaks,
geeks,
and fools,
will sleep me forever.

What a carry on.

The Carpenters.
Peters and Lee,
and Cliff Richard.

I want to kill
Howard Keel.

I requested.
‘A Hard Days Night’.
They played,
‘Yellow Submarine’.
Then,
‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’.

Teasing bastards.

They won’t let me get excited,
but today I’m ignited.

Just wait.

Gonna’ break in,
around midnight.
Armed with
Funk,
Blues,
Jazz,
and jokes.

Sex Machine.
James Brown.
For the vasectomy ward.
Kings without a crown.

Boom Boom.
John Lee Hooker.
For the boy,
and his head,
his mum’s gas cooker.

He ran out of change.

A Love Supreme.
John Coltrane.
For Nurse Curren.
Angel of the sane.

My last show.
The final throw.

My Funny Valentine.
Miles Davis.
Do you remember our radio days?

Valentine?