Chucks
I crossed the street
to catch a bus
that never came
and I had to walk
to the record store
to get tickets
to see that band
that my boyfriend was sure
I would love.
But I got there too late:
the show was sold out
and the boy behind the counter,
the boy with the plastic glasses
the bowtie and the overtight shirt,
said he’d already heard their CD
and it was pretty lame.
Would I join him for lunch?
Now he’s my boyfriend
and we went to see
that band that my
ex was sure I would love.
It turns out
that the new boy
was right:
that band
was pretty lame.