You know the joy <br />of scanning radio stations <br />while driving a vast, <br />uninhabited area at night, <br /> <br />picking up faraway voices <br />talking only to you... <br /> <br />I just tuned into <br />a baseball game somewhere, <br />the crack of a bat, <br />the cheers of a crowd, <br /> <br />an announcer's voice <br />drunk on the game — <br />'the ball drops in for a hit! ' — <br /> <br />like Harry Caray <br />all those years in St. Louis, <br />bringing me on radio wings <br />the news that really mattered, <br /> <br />the news only poets <br />can deliver today<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-baseball-in-the-nevada-desert/
