I remember the last 8 track player, in my dad’s automobile

I listened to B sides of my 45s
Stinging like bee~ Muhammad Ali

I twirled my fingers through
Tightly twisted spirals
Still attached to walls.

For hours on end.

I called the operator, to get the time correct

Or to call collect.

I have paid a quarter, where superman once changed.

Nowhere to be found today.

That’s tech~
passing by