I woke up this morning
to the sound of endless chatter,
to a breakfast DJ
and his kind
of reassuring patter.

I woke up this morning
to the sound of one more jingle,
a message meant to play
on my mind
and with my senses mingle.

Radio play
the blues for me.
Radio play
and choose to be
blue today.
Radio play.

I woke up this morning
to the sound of funky muzak,
to a manufactured
bass ’n’ drum,
a never ending playback.

I woke up this morning
to the sound of my own crying,
a lover lied to me
yesterday
and now inside I’m dying.

Radio play
the blues for me.
Radio play
and choose to be
blue today.
Radio play.

Radio play
the blues for me.
Radio play
and choose to be
blue today.
Radio play.

Radio play
the blues for me.
Radio play
and choose to be
blue today.
Radio play.

Copyright Keith Ames