Tuned to the Static

Night rolled around, but my shoes were still itching for action! Up on the low nightstand, I stumbled across an old pocket radio with a ribbed plastic dial. I gripped the wheel with both gloves and gave it a solid heave—skrzzzt! A blast of crackly jazz horns popped through the dusty speaker grill! I hopped straight onto the volume knob to give it an extra nudge, but tipped backward into a soft pile of folded socks. Hah, that brass section sounded mighty fine right from the sock nest!