Living in fragrant Jamaica
I would settle at night
in tropical moonlight
on the stone porch
of my nonelectrified
one-room isolated house
on craggy rocky goat hill
and tune in Cats' games
on nostalgia-powered radio
wistfully tuning the dial
finding Cawood Ledford's
rocky craggy yet soothingly
familiar home-grown drawl
on the far Kentucky station
whose signal fast-breaking
through the ionosphere
was my sole nexus
to my Big Blue home.
I would settle at night
in tropical moonlight
on the stone porch
of my nonelectrified
one-room isolated house
on craggy rocky goat hill
and tune in Cats' games
on nostalgia-powered radio
wistfully tuning the dial
finding Cawood Ledford's
rocky craggy yet soothingly
familiar home-grown drawl
on the far Kentucky station
whose signal fast-breaking
through the ionosphere
was my sole nexus
to my Big Blue home.
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