waiting on the 49

i sat
teet...
...er...
......ing
on the edge of a metal planter by the bus stop.

he sits next to me
speaker like a fanny pack,
quiet...at first.

more gather.
volume up,
a bit lounder now.

i’m...vibing. 
the beat feels good,
the lyrics snap,
but something comes, 
it’s mellow,
mellow like yellow.

“why you treat yourself like that.”
“you can give love but not take it.”

i hone in, zone in, on these words.
these lyrics are personal.

he is a mystic dj,
a soul reader,
a mix master of me. 

he sniffed me out and sat here,
with his speaker and his self, 
letting me hear these words.
these lyrics are meant for me.