hands on the three spoke

after loading cassette player,

she sat angled beside him,

just been at the drive thru,

crumpled paper napkin

dabbed those lips

and stayed in her hand,

it was not really his kind

of music,

loaded a tape last night

some recorded off the radio,

she smiled ,he felt tense,

expectation filled the cab

like cigarette smog,

answering his subconscious

looked in rearview,

leaned across and

met in a kiss,

“more more more”

came the lyrics

smiling through locked

lips,

hand in hers napkin fell

to floor,

edge of evening blurred

with reason,

they where dating now.

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