ham and cheese
and a PBR
and foggy taxicab windows
at 4:35 am.
this is what it's like.
tomorrow will be dreary
with chance of snow
but tonight is riding
the dusty wings of yardsale love.
get big.
the city is yawning,
and the daily newspapers
are being presented to eyes,
while my eyes need to shut.
the past is checkered.
the holy cab driver and I smile.
he too must've had a fine gone evening.
and no matter what tomorrow loans,
tonight was sexy and swell.
the same time.