Have Cash, Will Feel

The crumbled bills in my pocket

Will bring me many things

A free donut, a gift from the store

With walls green as a ripe and pungent lime

The color and smell of a blinding summer day.

The driver argues with his wife

His voice is thick and rich,

Velvet dripping over the steering wheel

Drifting across air currents and resting on my folded hands.

Music tumbles out the open window

Notes fall like crumbs on the cracked streets.

Finally, and most importantly,

The well-traveled bills jammed in my pocket

Bring me coffee, cold and oh so sweet.

Sweet like happiness

Like breathless laughter

Sweet like the way he smiles, only for me.