Broadsided by a midnight nostalgia wave
Like a coffee house whiff of song
Scent has nothing on Sound
Replete with the sweet modulation
A past hope lilting measure
Newness and wonder of foam to float on
Isolated in the chorus of jagged recognition
While I try to shake the jacket sleeve of it off while
driving
The verse tugs me like a dog nipping a pant leg
Although half-convinced that I have definitely, possibly
Solidly moved on
To relative obscurity
My unbroken surface looks back
I feel the hook engage
Sing along even while smoking
And wait for it to end again
In the parking lot
