radio’s on

the rain keeps falling

traffic’s not bad for a Friday afternoon

a song from a long time ago comes on

a song I would never admit that I like

the rain keeps falling

rain keeps falling

I sing it from memory

I know it by heart

I sing it loudly because I’m alone

and life is sweet as honeysuckle wine

then the guy behind me almost takes off my bumper

I lean on the horn and I swear and I curse

I curse louder because I’m alone

and I curse him longer than I will admit

he smiles and he waves and I shake my fist

the song is over

the streets are wet

and the rain keeps falling

rain keeps falling.