she asked for my earbud, curious as to what had me hopping in my seat

she looked at me with wide eyes as the ramones filled her head

we sat next to each other as i taught her the joys of punk rock and hip hop

she is dressed like a witch and acts like i should know who she is

i think she likes that i don’t, at the same time it bothers her a little

we don’t talk, she just leans close, her head against the side of mine

then it is time to board and she smiles, kisses my cheek and leaves

i smile and wave as she gets on first class, it made sense to me

who’d believe i sat with a witch and listened to punk rock in atlanta

her and i, and the group that didn’t stop staring i suppose

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