R&B died and we saw it happen bludgeoned on a radio frequency we had ears before, i remember would listen in tower records tall ceilings and acoustics in our beds crying slow to old romance under a streetlight you would have a man singing in the rain even if he cheated, he was light skinned or dark skinned and muscular, cute was maybe with a group of other men so that always made it okay it went the way of the way of dunkaroos or some other forgotten treasure, buried beneath a stax volume, integration be damned the music now sounding more like like like i hate you and we are the same i robot replica makeshift could do this sleeping with my eyes on an uzi or fetanyl love is a train waiting to exit, fuck me only the playlist is the same now, similes so the algorithm is in your living room playing you and playing her and him too everybody getting played by the noise the staccato deep drowning a crossfade can’t even hear the blues no more R&B died in a car accident Atlanta bound, Alabama departing crossing the interstate, leaving Mardi Gras Stones turned and tossed and lost a singular voice speaking to many Black brothers and i wish i didnt’s not discreet, overtly calling your name panting, begging, pleading, yearning it is all in her voice, milky melting you’d go to the cd rack, incense lit look for the afro cover and brown flesh flip for the track listing and see the sex learn a new rhtyhm, hum back to a place where your feet could collapse on hardwood wear your good shoes and cut up get down somewhere lit not well enough brush against a shoulder, smell your morning ask for a number or a night to take back angie stone helped you do that once