You spun me from dawn to dusk

the soundtrack to my unrelenting,

tragically nasal angst 

nursing me with thunderous drums 

to soothe my infinite sadness

 

Loud through flimsy headphones

tethered to a yellow and black

CD player stuffed into the pocket

of my gaudily embroidered 

and oversized black JNCOs

 

Hoping the high and soaring riff 

of a crunchy guitar would glance the ear

of someone nearby who had been cradled 

in the arms of sleep and wept 

to the same melodies by starlight