Friday night
maybe Thursday
possibly Wednesday
she proposes a toast
some people we used to know
a good long drink to them
a toast to people we don’t know
a good longer drink to them
lots of toast, just need some eggs
some friends come in
such good friends we haven’t seen them in years
long night gets even longer
they talk and talk and strawberry letter 23 plays in my mind
bar lights blurry
words get slurry
our ‘friends’ eventually leave
only the hardcore left/one for the road
fortunately, the road isn’t too long
we were going to make love
but now hit the hay/make it all go away
it’s cold and the bedroom window is cracked
also cracked open
neither one of us gets up to close it
use my trench coat as a blanket
morning comes thank god it’s raining
dark and cloudy, we couldn’t handle sunshine
few more fitful hours we get up
she makes french toast
