we grabbed food
at a local gastropub.
hit up a record shop,
looking for a copy
of The Clash
Live at Shea Stadium
or Elliot Smith reissues.
whooped it up
in a town that doesn't
belong to us.
met a new muse
that proved quality existence
even though there are
too many streetlights
to see the stars.
no dream fuckers
are gonna take me down,
but love is a familiar annihilator.
she rocked me
to the parking meter,
public display of passion,
and I could see the reflection
of the night in her eyes.
before midnight
becomes tomorrow,
we gotta dance before we die.
the meter expired
and a cop gave
us and the bus a ticket;
I didn't pay it,
but I kept it.