"Radio."
"There is the woman who will not listen to music.
There is the man who dreams of kissing
the lips attached to the voice.
There is the singer who reinvents
the world a musical notation.
There is the young couple who danced slowly on the sidewalk,
as if the rest of the street didn't exist.
There is the schoolboy whose one possession
is an electric box that scrambles the neighborhood.
There is the young girl who locks her bedroom door
and lip-syncs in the mirror.
There is the young beau who believes in the songs so much,
he hears them even when he isn't kissing someone.
There is the mother who absent-mindedly sways
to the beat but fears the implications for her daughter.
There is the man who carries one in his breast pocket
and pretends it's a Luger.
There are the two young punks who
lug one into our car on the stalled D train.
Who, as we tense for the assault,
tune in the classical music station, as if this
was Saturday night on another world."