Herself and I are walking in to a supermarket this evening. On the way out the door comes a "youth." He's got his hair in cornrows, he's wearing a baseball cap I've seen on some rap artist's head, baggy jeans, and Timberland boots. He's got the mean set to his mouth and a walk like a gangsta'.

He breaks into song.

"...Leeeeaavin' on a jet plane....Don't know when I'll be back again...."

Peter, Paul and Mary?????



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