Radio by Frank O'Hara

Radio

Why do you play such dreary music

on Saturday afternoon, when tired

mortally tired I long for a little

reminder of immortal energy?

                                    All

week long while I trudge fatinguingly

from desk to desk in the museum

you spill your miracles of Grieg

and Honegger on shut-ins.

                   Am I not

shut in too, and after a week

of work don’t I deserve Prokofieff?

Well, I have my beautiful de Kooning

to aspire to. I think it has an orange

bed in it, more than the ear can hold.