On Diamond Rings and Back Porch Swings

I ain’t alone

Blues’ sultry harmonica coos

I’ll get by

Jazz reminds me with razzmatazz

Harmony transcends

Classical croons international

Fear not freedom

Techno brings down walls in tempo

Love’s a tragicomedy

Opera’s o solo mio trills in joy macabra

Feel the beat

Latin keeps my feet movin’ in Manhattan

Everyday danser

Zydeco revs stompin’ into mode turbo

But to secret tunes I sing and dare not admit

Lest I be taken for a complete nitwit

My clandestine crime in terms musical

That makes me uncool in things acoustical

Is how when no one is watching

And the radio’s on

I roll up the car windows

And sing along

To Country