A bearded band
Playing sad songs
Plaid and denim, head to toe
You slow dance
On bare feet
With someone you're not sure you want to know
Now the singer's going on about how
Everyone's suddenly really into food
He tucks his hair
Behind his ear
You wonder what he looks like in the nude
The band takes a break
Before the second set
You step outside to smoke a cigarette
You shelter the flame
Inside your winter jacket
It's not even eleven yet
Now your mind jumps back to the early morning
Looking out the window, half asleep
The neighbor's cat
Coming home real proud
A sparrow trapped between his teeth