Rocket Radio

In childhood days
I was a scientist
living my dreams to come.

I asked myself questions -
how, what and why? Thought I
knew what the future would hold.

It was white with red fins
shaped like a rocket; tuned
with a sliding nose cone.

No batteries needed
and none included
just wires and crystal earphone

I clipped the lead 
to the chrome finger-stop 
on the black Bell rotary phone

Science was magic
and I was amazed as
invisible waves became sound.

I listened in awe 
as local station KMAD 
came through loud and clear.

And at night sometimes,
with everything still
Chicago whispered in my ear.


Kenny A. Chaffin - 1/09/01