Credits rolled up to
Fear and Loathing,
retro viewing,
saw you take a stand
and I had an impulse
to grab hold your hand.

Eyes met, your fingers
slid in mine, talked about
Depp and you mentioned he
was so fine, would cover him in
Butterscotch, lick him clean.
I said you were
ridiculous.
You said I know
you so well.

Walked into a cafe,
unknown small town something,
talked of your love of
Jazz, me of Indie and
we both weren't looking
forward to the movie,
said Harrison Ford's too
old and what's his name's
name is too hard to name.
   LeBuffet? LeBoomerang?

Never caught your name,
you never cared bout mine,
and I paid for our
espressos, wired, the night
    was young.

Clubs were so cliché,
we were so trendy,
electro-rockin' kids like
us need something with
more substance, caught a
late show of The Kills,

hung out with the scene,
you identified me as Real,
I called you Magic
as we found ourselves
stumbling on downtown
streets with no alcohol
in our veins.
We no Dazed and Confused
kids, giddy off our lust for life.

Heard the city bell
strike twelve,
collapsed in the downtown
park grass, holding each other,
silly grins on our face.
     The stars looked
         amazing.

Cops' night sticks stickin'
to our sides, waking in
the morning light, dew
soaking our backs,
told us to beat it.

Took your number,
guessed your digits,
34-28-32, you smacked
me in the arm, teeth baring
that smile, kissed my cheek,
said to call later and I watched
you walk till you disappeared
around the corner.

Cracked kinks out my
neck and tucked your number
deep in my pockets, couldn't
dare lose it.

Look back into the sky,
saw a cloud float on by
in the barren blue sky,
and several bluejays
swooped past.

Playing with the piece of
paper in my pocket,
started my walk on home.
Tonight's gonna be so
awesome.