adventures in dysthymia

Monday, September 13, 2004

PICKLES

Two AM,
five pickles
in a Krystal carton.
That's four burgers--
one had doubles.

Not that it matters,
I don't eat them anyway.
No more chili, but maybe
a refill on coffee.
De-caf, this time;

It is Two AM,
after all
(I said that, didn't I?),
and I've already had enough
to make my hands shake

and I've read all the paper
and there won't be another
for two hours
or so.
I could drive out I-40

toward Lebanon
(they really do have cedars there)
and catch a few hours sleep
in the rest area.
Try to catch a few hours

with parking lot lights
shining in my van windows
and my mind full
of the night
and tomorrow.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

A reminiscence of late nights in Nashville

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