Lovely music filters into the corners of my brain

Cool jazz-pop which soothes me again and again

The station which delivers it with many refrains

Is one I've listened to for years without any drain



Something which happens so often with others

Staying on them only a short time before covers

Of so many duplicate pieces beg you to tune out

Coming back to home station with a quiet shout 



Of joy which so fills my heart with much gladness

And promptly makes me forget all the past sadness

Of years past filled with so much awe and wonder

As sweet music seeps into mind, ending the thunder.



Christopher W. Thomas

2:15pm Tuesday 12/30/97