for Joey

We didn't talk much
but
there wasn't
much need to
talk.
Most of the time
you'd come to my tiny
McDougal Street flat
the one
with the bathtub
in the
kitchen
most of the time
you'd take me
with your cowboy boots on
lightning fast
the formica
table beneath us.
We understood
each other
you and I
like a couple of
gypsies or
starry eyed teens
at a perennial
drive-in.
It was something
we carried with us --
we'll
never
grow
up


By Jayne Lyn Stahl

from "Riding with Destiny"