I like your music
Stumbling elders wearing not much else but Sunshine State smiles
Escapees of all ages, retired from thinking places
Intuition and third-eye compass — be damned!
Disregard for reason wafting freely into my consciousness on your cigarette smoke-laden, early morning, top-of-your-lungs, southern-drawled out conversations
About nothing that matters
But I like your music
I like it