

Two-seventeen and the room went thin Last call laugh,
let the night cave in Coats got grabbed,
all the rides rolled out Bass still shaking with nobody around Cups
on the counter, lights down low I said,
“You need a ride?” She said,
“I don't know” Shoes came off,
hit the floor by mine Took my sweatshirt like she'd done it
all the time
Thought she'd bounce, thought she'd go Phone in her hand,
Uber ready to roll She looked at the speaker,
looked at me
Then stole my hoodie like—
Put another song on.
She stayed, she stayed Everybody left but she stayed
One more song
Two-fifteen turned to three-oh-eight
She stayed, she stayed No big speech,
no game to play
Shoes by the door,
my sweatshirt gone I said put another song on
Beat got mean, then the sax jumped in She knew that part,
started singing again Wrong damn words but the rhythm was right Laughing
too loud in the dead of night Xylophone running,
violin chased Trumpet cut through and she made that face I reached
for the volume—she slapped my hand
Louder.
Okay,
damn.
Three-oh-nine, nowhere to be Whole damn room but it's just us three
Me, her,
bass knocking walls And that song—
Again.
She stayed, she stayed Everybody left but she stayed
One more song
Three-oh-nine turned to four-oh-eight
She stayed, she stayed No big speech,
no game to play
Shoes by the door,
my sweatshirt gone
Put another song on
You leaving?
Maybe.
You tired? Maybe.
One more?
Definitely.
She stayed, she stayed
Sun damn near on the way
One more song
Four-oh-eight became yesterday She stayed,
she stayed Whole night disappeared that way
Shoes still there, my sweatshirt gone— Put another fucking song on.