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.