I watch the cars appear and disappear among the trees obscuring
Center Road. It's Saturday, but traffic's light. The forecast calls
For still more rain, so people living in the country may not want
To come to town, while those already there aren't leaving.
After all, it's Saturday. The thought of weekend hyjinks isn't one
Which often comes to me, as I must work on Sunday mornings.
Also, I've nowhere to go, as noisy redneck bars, which are all
That are close to me, are utterly without appeal. I'll drink by
Myself here at home, and stagger to my bed by nine. Until then,
I'll keep watching cars appear and disappear.