driven to whiskey on a winter night

it says wireless,

and yet

here i am with a snake

pit of wires

in my lap.

Bluetooth, dear lord,

save me

from this technological

wrath.

i just want

to hear a song,

i want to drop the needle

on the long

play

record, i want to flip

the switch

and turn

my transistor radio on,

i want to hear what i want to hear.

i don't want to

pair anything, or download

software,

or connect

anything to anything

anymore.

i don't want my device

searching the universe,

like Telstar,

for a speaker.

i just want to hear the music

and dance

like in the old days,

once more.