The Truth About Tigers

Statistically speaking,
it’s probable that I’ve never actually heard
my favorite song.

It’s out there somewhere,
perhaps floating through a smoky bar,
or being gently strummed
on a battered six-string
in a snug basement,
or drifting through the speakers of a trendy café,
spun from a hip public radio station
in a quaint college town.

Or maybe the song that would have been my favorite
is yet to be composed
by an artist not yet born,
and decades from now,
my son or daughter will hear it and think,
“Dad would have really loved this one.”