I’m a hot jazz drum solo.
You’re an adjustable
wrench cast in cool iron.
Our unlikely romance
is redder, whiter & bluer
than the last American
flag — as if it’s on drugs.
The AM radio weather
reporter has lied again.
So much for imagining
threesome sex with her.
Far from learning to settle
into the familiar we may be,
but this is not a Motel 6.
