Surfin' the Shortwave

In the dim light
a hunched figure sits glued to a chair
Engrossed by the pips and crackling coming from a box
An array of wires and metal spew forth
Like an Octopus stretching its tentacles
Allowing the sounds of many lands to waif in
The voices shout as if in a bazaar
Polyglotism rules with unbridled power
English, Spanish, French, Russian besides others
The voices boom load and clear or meek as a mouse
The waves rock and roll with the atmosphere
Salsa, opera, rock, classical float through the air
Enticing the ears of the captivated listener
Teasing the sensibilities with new sounds and ideas
Like an addiction the listener is armed
frequency guides, schedules and caffeine
What a great way to travel, no passports, visas or shots!
Day or night provides a challenge
Seek out the prize of DX
Oh Bummer, I am out of caffeine
Time for bed
Sarah Adams 1996© All rights reserved


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