The eternal hipster surveys the scene
Puts on his bright, usual smile
Saunters in, knows he is seen
Small talk is his forte
He's skilled at witty repartee
There's a nice looker in that blue dress
He walks her way
He's been a loner way too long
He knows he's gotta stay
In the game, in the world, in life
Or else he'll fade into the twilight
Into the murals, forever lost in play

Scarred, scared and worried
He's been at this too long
He liked it better when he was with the ex
But that's an old sad song
He misses his lover
Why does love have to die?
She's gone which is why he's here
Giving it the college try

The blue dress is worn by Amy
He says, "Rick's the name.
Do you live here in Malibu,
Or on the fruited plain?"
She laughs demurely, then looks away
Explains that she's a widow and a local
It's her night to brave the great indoors
It's her date with fate

Indeed it is, the time is now, the evening is still young
There's a restaurant named Geoffrey's,
Would she care to come along?
She would, and she does, so off they go
The aging hipster with the bright smile
This could be a go
Thank God he left the house tonight
He didn't mope around
This has the possibility
Of something very rare and sound