An old man drives a yellow sportscar much older than me
He nods and I nod back
I can spot men like this
a mile away
a golfer who loves his car.
When I was in high school, I made fun of guys who had clubs from the 70s
now I understand.
I gaze into the sea of humanity
because I’m just like them
caught in the same storm.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind
when I give a guy with his family a few bucks
He speaks love to me
and I say, “No problem man.”
I can see people when I’m all alone
and when I’m with them
they’re all covered up with conversation.