You and I share the close proximity of my car
Jimi Hendrix falls softly from the speakers
The background to our conversation
It is trivial chatter
We talk
about nothing in particular
about anything at all
The banter of youth
My car has been parked
here
in your driveway
an hour now.
Innocently, of course
It’s Friday night
And I laugh at what the neighbors must think
of the parked car
But you don’t flirt like that
So I don’t share the joke
Jimi sings
“I just want to talk to you…”
I smile, and soak my heart in the soft rises and falls of
your voice
I just want to talk to you
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