sitting in brown cords
in a little red car,
rain dropping from the
gray sky onto the
even grayer ground,
with oldies
sliding out the speakers
into the cool, wet air,
with cracks in the soles
of my shiny brown shoes
with music in my ears
and song in my mouth -
I wonder if anyone,
anytime, or any where,
has ever enjoyed rain
and cat stevens
so much or in such a way
as I did on that gray, rainy
brown cords day.