Nice Crunch

**NICE CRUNCH** *by Silvio Vinci* Last bus gone and the street still warm, Your old red coat hanging over my arm. Behind that door, beneath our feet, Somebody’s bending a straight-line beat. Nice crunch — let it bite, Put a little gravel in the velvet night. Nice crunch — let it roll, A little dirt, a lot of soul. The jukebox coughs and the ceiling shakes, You move like someone who loves mistakes. You leave your shoes by a broken chair And draw slow circles in the smoky air. Nice crunch — let it bite, Put a little gravel in the velvet night. Nice crunch — let it roll, A little dirt, a lot of soul. Nobody asks what you do all day. Nobody cares what you couldn’t say. You lean in close as the lights turn blue: “Let it get a little rough on you.” Nice crunch — let it bite, Put a little gravel in the velvet night. Nice crunch — let it roll, A little dirt, a lot of soul. Nice crunch… Let it roll. A little dirt… A lot of soul.