Florida

I like your music

Drunken karaoke

Stumbling elders wearing not much else but Sunshine State smiles

Escapees of all ages, retired from thinking places

Evolved, now

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