Old school tape hiss in my veins,
chrome wheels spinning through the night rain.
Your lipstick on a cassette case,
heartbeat boom-bap in the backseat space.
Neon diner, cherry Coke gleam,
jukebox dreaming our slow jam theme.
Polaroid flash—forever feels right,
two silhouettes cut in brake-light white.
rewind the dusk, let the sunrise wait;
love’s a vinyl crackle at 88.