Caring Tan
The sun clung to her skin
like a marching band in soft slippers
and when she walked by
the whole world turned into headphones
because she was playing my favorite song
it was a marching band version
so it had that tone, and too many trumpets
staring into their cell phones as
the trombones utterly butchered the verses
Shit! It’s still a great song though,
no matter how you play it
I counted all the big drums
until she was gone
