there’s a lot of anger inside of you…,she said…,you’re always boilin’…’bout to explode…but…you never do…,the blonde grabbed herself another beer from the cooler sitting on the back patio…under stars…a full moon…

seems like you just get to that tippin’ point then you back off…,she handed him one as well…,makes me wonder sometimes if we’d all be better off if you’d just go off some day…go off like a bomb…get it all out of your system…,she said as she adjusted her bra strap and lit a cigarette with the brass Zippo he’d given her on her birthday…,you notice things ’bout people throughout the years…funny ain’t it…

the sitck man sat here tapping his beer can with his forefinger…noticed there were clouds movin’ in…still remained silent…didn’t say a word…reached over and turned on the radio to some all night jazz station at the lower end of the dial..

I don’t know what to say ’bout you…,the woman got up and began to walk over to him…her shadow was cast ‘cross the yard…she began tossing his hair about…thick black hair that was in need of a cut…,gettin’ curls she said…big ol’ cow licks…,she began to laugh…he placed his beer on the concrete and got up from his chair…

you care to dance…,he said…and he grabbed her by the arm and led her out to the cool dewy grass where their feet sunk into the earth just a bit…she leaned on his chest and he held her real tight…Bill Evans Trio played on the radio…she smiled…let her arms drape around his shoulders…

what am I gonna do with you…,she said…what am I gonna do with you…