Right Now

I'm sitting in a car

somebody else is driving

heading someplace 

I don’t wanna go 

to work at a job 

I don’t wanna do

for eight hours,

maybe nine,

maybe ten,

and I forgot 

to pack a lunch.

And all I really want

to do is sit down 

in some restaurant

that never closes,

and they bring me

eggs, bacon, toast,

orange juice, hash browns,

pancakes, butter, syrup,

whatever I want,

and somebody else 

pays for all of it

and there's a stage

in that restaurant

where some women

play the guitar, 

dance around,

and sing.

They’re beautiful,

and so close to me 

that I’m nervous, 

but they keep on 

singing songs about love

and the stars and Jesus

and whatever they want 

until I feel just fine

for a long, long time.

I’m full,

and sleepy.

I go home,

bring the blanket

to my chin,

and fall asleep.