Lipstick Traces

Someone playing a concrete violin with a jackhammer on a midnight sidewalk, street lights gawk, flickering fascination, tuning keys locked, rosin swipes declined chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets tossed into the numbered squares, pawned now for a glass of chardonnay and a plate of cheese Paneled walls ache of yesterday’s smoke rings, scentless air fresheners, hanging Christmas trees presumed innocent, only here for the music and rear view mirrors cherry lipstick traces on a folded napkin crimson half circles prints on either side someone will be kissed tonight I’ll take it with me I love the flavor