I click my signal, make the turn while my son nearly gasps
He’s just read that cars all had cassette decks in the past
There must have been some moment on some road when I learned, too
that old cars had an 8 track – some format I barely knew
Long before that moment my dad’s father would explain
that cars once had no radio
no chorus, no refrain
Back yet another 30 years his dad would tell him how
there was no car out on the farm to get them into town
but horses were not new to his father, or his before
For centuries and centuries, millennia and more
For ages we moved slowly and brought forth our own clear songs
Ages we could understand and pass that torch along
I wonder how my son will turn to his in 20 years
explaining how music once had to travel through the ears
if there is still music
if there are still sons