BamseIsUnix

I saw a plastic bag run a stop sign On Park Avenue and Sixth. The green light was on a smoke break And we were all sitting like Christmas presents beneath a concrete tree. The tires romanced tiny pebbles With novelty pick- up lines, And Joni was singing on the radio about Cold Blue Steel. You hummed along and beat your fists against the glove compartment. Seems to me, that's something you'd do. When the wind lit up, plastic bag- Break lights, red and shiny. I saw it settle on the cactus in the median Next to the man selling Grapevines. You turned off my radio, and the light changed.