only love beats butter.

Would you like a guitar?

I don’t have a musical bone in my body, I replied

You make them musical.

He smiled and asked me where I was from

His shop used to be in Hudson, New York

Then the hipsters ran him out

I wanted flying cars!

he tells me

The future has been a bit disappointing.

Allie, nice to meet you.

Rob.

You’re a place.

I’m a verb.

You’re where I go after

I giggle. God I missed this rhythm 

A product of home.

I was always Robert

And then my wife just kept calling me Rob

So love changed your name? I asked

He smiled

"Now that’s a song."

So I bought a silly pin that reads “only love beats butter”

A new kitchen staple

A belief born on the Bayou

And it’ll make me think of him.