on the way with surfboat
for rock-n-roll night
somewhere in city
with black lips.
bellied up to the bar
received a bluejay orange juice
that I didn't order
but met my insides refreshingly.
low love is a worldwide epidemic these days
but no one tries to save the spread
and nights of loud thought
hoping for certain songs are all we have.
So I wrote her a note on a beverage napkin
one she will never read or see
and then Nick Drake came on the juke
and it blue my mind.