The strings don’t twang
like the steel pedal guitar
but they beat the country back,
a classical superstar.
An instrumental interlude
overlaps movement two
and cowboy boots start tapping,
the conductors baton eschewed.
Each ensemble battles,
vying for center stage
and music to my ears
mingles on the page.
The battle lingers on
but the end is soon near
as static takes the waves
and each station becomes unclear.
Autumn Siders 