night of fear
26th and Lyndale

She asks do you have money for the jukebox.
Oh yeah I say, hand her a couple of ones. She
makes her way towards the jukebox as only she
can make her way towards a jukebox, I sip on
my beer, she makes her selections. She turns,
bums a cigarette from one of the tattoo girls
playing darts, makes small talk. She walks back
towards me, I realize I've been tracking her this
whole time. The music starts -

if you can just get your mind
then come on across to me

She smiles at me as Hendrix sings.

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