90s Rock Station, my beloved,

                Come home from the war to me.

                Every night, I sit by my window,

                and listen for your guitar solos.

                But am left listening to static

                and echoing screams of other stations.

R&B Station, my love,

                I lie in bed awaiting the sweet tones of your voice,

                only to awake in the middle of the night

                and you are no longer the station I once knew.

                You have become a station without music and only sermons.

                You no longer sing to me at night,

                you yell and condemn.

80s, 90s, and Today station, my dearest,

                We once danced in the streets to your melody.

                Now, I must dance to the songs of engines and sirens.

                The absence of your pop beats leaves life dull

                and barren as I search for a single drop of excitement.

                Without you to teach me of your past,

                how can I appreciate the blossoming future?

Hot 99 Hits, my sweet,

                 Sprawled in the sunshine, you recall your favourites,

                 listing the songs who proved themselves worthy of acknowledgement.

                 You puff your chest out in pride as you declare forgotten names,

                 those of the past who your fathers and grandfathers deemed luminaries.

                 For whom are you without the familiar features of your ancestors?

                 Nevertheless, you sing me tunes that cause my mother to reel back

                 in nostalgia for the local roller-skating rink she once visited.

Alternative Station, my star in the night,

                 Our meeting was swift and sweet.

                 You are forever lost to the shifting

                 tides of air waves and tuning dials.

                 I may never come across you again,

                 but my head always turns when I trick myself

                 into believing I hear your voice.

                 Birds freeze midflight and cars slow

                 at the sound of your power chords.

                 In the stillness of the world,

                 I pick through the crowd for a sight,

                 a clue, a hint, a sign that you're out there.

                 My one-day, whirlwind romance,

                 may you find the love of your life

                 as you wish for mine.