Ipod Wisdom

Oh, am I ever full of life here 

On the health club’s upright cycle, 

Facing a bank of TVs silently presenting 

College football games.

Ipod is in place, pumping Bob Dylan into my ear.

 

“Forever Young!” Bob howls, and, 

Head bobbing, my legs churn faster. 

Up the burned calories! 

Up the heart rate! 

“Forever Young!’ Bob Dylan yowls, and 

I agree with the sentiment, humping 

Legs, heart, hands beating time, 

Flailing my upright cycle. 

Until The Ipod shuffles to its 

Next random selection: My boy Bob again, 

But this time: “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” 

I don't have to tell you 

That there's a message here.