When there were less words involved
It was the asphaltish odor that stopped them from talking
And so getting through and out of the day
Became a convenience instead of a burden
Using coins that buried a wealth of stolen items
They found time.
At railway bridges.
At stops along the road where tables were greasy and covered with flies.
At pauses in the music
That pelted, belted, besotted and trampled.
This was good because of and in all this they uncovered secret chests and trysts that never would have been begotten