We talked, briefly, and my overdriven mind

wrote mythos, legend, rhyme

as to what sort of person keeps

their chin up on the bus

bobbing their hand to rhythm

to a tune I can only imagine;

so I compiled song after song

to invade your safe mindspace

and see what makes you nod 

On the 5 am 221. 

Black and White, Last Friday Night

I can’t pin down your mood

Dani California or Danny Boy

I see your eyelids swoon

imagining yourself in the lyrics,

lost in your songs. 

Do I Wanna Know? 

Run & Go

there’s this weird one called Glow

Forgetting All About You

but I can’t, because the sort of person

that rocks out on the 221

is the sort of person 

I wanna know, wanna know why you tap

perfectly in sync with Cold Cold Man

or this random indie band named Bland

(aptly named, skip)

It’s not till you leave that I see

I was the only one

with headphones in.