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poetry by j matthew waters

the last waltz


I’m like a transistor radio w/many channels
what song would you like to hear

now god is coming through loud & clear
in the form of the twenty-third psalm

an invisible hand reaches out
advancing the dial from station to station

red hot chili peppers take to the waves
road trippin’ with their two favorite allies

joplin & meat loaf singing a duet
sinatra & winehouse as backing vocals

wrigley guests in the television booth
singing take me out to the ballgame

there’s no such thing as dead air
not as long as I’m spinning the vinyls

late night shift quickly coming to an end
I leave you with the last waltz





september two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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