Walking
Through downtown
Sometimes with the baldhead
On 52 degree nights
Getting off from my line cook job and
Going back home to my noisy apartment in the ghetto,
I stop into CVS for a pack of beers.
The girl working there I have a crush on.
She reminds me a little of the Progressive Insurance girl.
She’s there every night over night
And will brag about her little girly wallet.
Well now I learn that she’s moving.
She calls me “love” when I exit,
After she checks my ID and sells me beer…
One time I saw her walking down the street
In the sweltering heat
Dressed weird and
Blasting music from this little weird boom box thing…
I wonder if she’ll do that in her new place.
I guess it doesn’t matter.
I guess nothing matters.