Sunset on the porch, she smiles in the glow Banana in my hand, she says, “Pass that over” Peel it back slow like a curtain in a show Palm leaves cut the breeze, and the whole thing feels softer She wants a bite, I laugh and say, “Cool” Split it down the middle, now we both got fuel Blender on the counter, gold in the bowl Little honey on top, easy on the soul No rush, no fuss, let the low beat ride Fruit stand talk with the city outside Mango on her sleeve, I got dust on my shoes We trade bites, trade jokes, nothing left to prove Moon up over the roofs, and the block looks clean Peel in the compost, not a trace on the scene Started with a snack, ended up in the light With my day-one friend, banana split tonight She wants my banana, I keep it real calm Yellow in the daylight, warm in my palm Packed in my backpack, snack and a plan She laughs at the taste like it’s part of the band Cruise through the city, windows rolled low Fresh fruit in the cupholder, taking it slow No rush on the route, let the beat play She asks for a bite, I just say We can split it here by the corner store sign Half for your hunger, half for mine Smooth like a jazz loop, sweet in the air Little yellow spark when the clouds get there She wants my banana, we share the whole ride Swap a grin for a grin on the evening glide Chill in the moment, let the good stuff land One fruit, two friends, and a beat in the hand
