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Joni Mitchell was on the radio

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I saw a plastic bag run a stop sign
On Park Avenue and
Sixth.
The green light was on a smoke break
And we were all sitting like Christmas presents
beneath a concrete tree.
The tires romanced tiny pebbles
With novelty pick-
up lines,
And Joni was singing on the radio
about Cold Blue Steel.
You hummed along and beat
your fists
against the glove compartment.
Seems to me, that’s something you’d do.

When the wind lit up, plastic bag-
Break lights, red and shiny.
I saw it settle on the cactus
in the median
Next to the man selling Grapevines.
You turned off my radio, and the light changed.
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justb's avatar
when I think of you, I think of this, and Joni.