I fall asleep
thinking of pepperoni pizza.
extra cheese.
mozzarella melted.
i think about you and me
sitting in a joint
along the highway,
heading to new York
on a rainy Friday night.
the checkered table cloth,
red and white
made of thick vinyl.
the plate glass window
greasy.
a juke box in the corner
playing
bob seeger.
night moves.
I look into your eyes.
you look into mine.
we're hungry and the night
is young. life begins now.
what's behind us, everything
behind us,
is done.
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