sometimes the things of this world sync up

waiting on the red light on the corner of howe ave accross the street was the 7Eleven anna & i were running errands & listening to satellite radio

'seven nation army' by the white stripes started & you know that bass heavy beat you can't help but groove to the song

well, it was then that we saw a street person a man in raggedy clothes crossing the ave dancing dancing dancing to the beat of  'seven nation army' 

just as if we had planned it to be in our movie script of life how our life & the street man's synced for a few bars of a tune 

& i said

holy shit! this is going into a poem!