The brickey and the musician

 Oh what a coincidence
two simpletons one a brickey
The other a musician
The brickey just observes

"So you do any work outside of the state"
He looked at me as if the question itself was in another language
he just remained silent and I could see the brickey shifting
The brickey wanted to answer for the musician

On that roadside I felt like an interrogator
As the other two people leaned on their bikes
Does time ever stand still when we overthink
I wasn't making conversation

I really wanted to know if he worked outside of the state
The brickey looked at me like perp would a cop
The musician had no expression on his face
Roundness and flush, he was still digesting lunch

I looked around and Although it wasn't my neighborhood
I knew it was somehow familiar, I tipped my hat
The two continued on to their bar where they would drink
Until they forgot their names