as it rumbles under the rain.
Stone Temple Pilots and Soundgarden
come on the old iPhone,
making me sad.
unless you have a time travel thingy,
there is no going back.
Even still, I tap my feet,
annoying the people around me,
but one guy finds it funny.
his face finds mine,
he looks like a Billy in time.
Even the slightest human connection,
however silent and silly,
is vastly important during these fleeting days.