Pitches Poem by anais vionet

The band was loud, in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.

"Run away with me, " he said, spreading his arms wide, "I'm done with school! "
"Well.. you graduated - that's why you're done, " she said, somewhat confused.
"We share a gravity, you and I - we're.. we're like aligned suns, " he romanticized.
"You should've majored in sales." she said, sipping her own beer.
"Our love is so real, so raw - it's pure and yet - so street."
"We have ‘love cred'? " She asked doubtfully.
"Wherever we go, we'll navigate that urban maze, hand in hand, we'll OWN those concrete streets, we'll paint our own graffiti!
"Have you snorted something? '
"No matter what life throws at us, we'll face those challenges head-on and we'll stay united."
"Have you been practicing this? " She asked
"We'll swagger, " he said, "our love will be timeless.."
"And rhymeless, " she interjected hopefully.
"Together, we'll be urban legends.." he continued.
"Like Bonnie and Clyde? " she asked, making a yuck face.
"We'll be living art, " he said dreamily.
"Sounds dope." She admitted.
"Then you'll DO it? " He asked.
"Until Monday, " she said, nodding in assent, "classes start on Monday, " she shrugged.
"It was worth a shot." he said stoically, after a moment.
"It was a good pitch'" she said, taking his hand in hers.
"I didn't oversell - I wasn't too pushy? "
"No, you were right there"
"Maybe next time, " he said.
"Yeah, maybe next time"
They kissed.