First, the old-fashioned dial tone,
zenith of nothingness.
Who invented that?

The almost-silent radio
after Country Carl’s
sign-off prayer,

Blues singer fading to needle hiss
as a Victrola winds down
in an empty room,

Leave off a steam train whistle–
though it inspired
many a fine old song.

At the tone, the time will be
three a.m.
Exactly.

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Rudy and Peter Skitterians
Trish Saunders

Trish Saunders's poems are published or forthcoming in Right Hand Pointing, Chiron Review, The American Journal of Poetry, Off The Coast, Pacifica Review, among others. She lives in Seattle, formerly Honolulu.