to talk to someone
you don’t even know
for a moment of fun
and to let someone grow
we met in a space
where they stop on a dime
she gave me a nickel
and a moment of her time
she worked for some Joe’s
trading posts for food
yes, I’ve a big nose
but use it only for good
she’s seen ventura highway
she’s giving mountain view a try
in the sunshine and by day
before we say goodbye
I told her where angels flew
too close to the ground
all the best chefs knew
where cherries could be found
where drive-ins and malls
once ruled this navy land
the moonlight drive still calls
where we used to stand
then an uber hailed
took her to her home
a word that never failed
to a heart born to roam
wonders never cease
to speak is not a crime
to the girl with a nickel
and a moment of time
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