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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