my date asks me, as a Beatle
song
comes on the radio.
i tell her
who they are.
you know, John, Paul,
George
and Ringo.
they sound nice,
she says,
are they a new group?
i look at her
and smile,
then try not to think about
it too much.
she asks me if i have
any gum.
i tell her no, but
there's a 7-11 up ahead.
i can pull over.
she asks me
if want anything as she
hops out.
skittles?
no, i'm good.
it's going to be a long night.
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