Driver side opened
and the man in white stepped out
His left leg lifted and body curled
like the 70s
or a graceful beat
To a black man bored
and looking kind of worn
who sank an apple core for two points
and spun around a circle
gentlemanly, to hold the door
for a large woman who didn’t thank
and he didn’t blink
entering with graceful beating
Summer folk
streets like open air markets or LCD bizarres
rolling down windows
for the sake of Friday spirits
anticipating some energy
and giving themselves up to a chance parking spot
And encounters
with a long lost friend, perhaps
sometimes pretty women
or just the bottles, guaranteed
By night, by god
this music is god damn good
pop stomping
sanded symbols
word snake chords
It crosses my heart to see someone made it
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