The Play List
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
The Playlist
I left my home and extinct profession
to walk the empty streets during
those orange
summers
we were alone together and covered
in nicotine patch quilts
singing
frozen marmalade pop songs
and adding color to the high
contrast grey
days
playing jazz and new world sounds
on countertops and garbage
cans we dance like
children
and somehow managed
to touch each others
sweet
spot
