Jumper

(i guess this is my first try at a spoken word, this would be fun to perform)

97.1.
102.7.
104.3.
98.7.
103.5.
106.7.
105.9.
94.7.
98.7..?
104.3..?
97.1...?

Ahh,
97.1.

Drake.
There we go.

I'm a jumper.

As I'm slightly reclining in the passenger seat
that summer breeze whipping my face

I'm on the eternal hunt for a jewel
in the muck of 2010 radio

I'm turning that knob
right and left
like Captain Jack manning his ship
through the high seas
of crappy
mainstream music

It's a perpetual quest
for the perfect compromise.

But only if I could channel
a little more
of that Mr. Clay

To just find a decent song.