Menus from corporate headquarters
Specified choices, and a pop song
Recorded some six decades ago
Streamed over the standard sound system
At an obligatory volume.
One of the two folks in a booth said,
That’s the first hit song I ever heard,
Or at least that I remember hearing.
At home we only listened to hymns
On evangelical radio,
But I was playing at a neighbor’s,
I think I was maybe about four.
It was just me and the other kid
And his mother somewhere in the house.
We were playing with plastic letters
With magnets that stuck to a white board,
A pretty boring activity,
And a radio was on somewhere
And I heard that voice soaring, you know,
“Down-town!” over and over around
The lyrics that meant nothing to me,
And to tell you the truth, I was spooked.
To my ears it sounded so eerie.
It still sounds eerie, eerier now
Since it’s that same exact recording,
Just falling out of the air somewhere.