where salmon-cargo-shorts bros
mix with modern cowboys,
and kooks collect on the corner.
I forget this is the loudest city
I have ever sauntered,
with cover songs and cover charges
coming out of every crevice.
I bought new shoes for for this,
pink Nike Mids,
and I was only going to wear them on weekends,
but emo hits different over a landline.
And a girl in Nashville who assumed
I was bald before I removed my hat, revealing hair,
and that's when she whispered
"Let's get outta here."
That was April,
and I have been back twice before this,
so that adds up to three chances,
but this line dance puts me in a trance.