I Love a Man Who Whistles

“Hey! You can't be

whistling on Greyhound,”

the bus driver said,

looking up

in the rearview mirror.

 

And another time

in my freshman dorms,

someone shouted:

“Hey, cut out that infernal whistling

all the time!”

 

But then I remember one time

out of nowhere at a café,

a woman came up to me and said,

“I love a man who whistles.”

And this made my life complete.