Saturdays

Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well This eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine and diet coke I’m not a joke This is me Damaged leg Heavy cart Plastic cups Linen mart Rock garden Where I used to play People stare Part of their day Coffee break Lunch at noon Pumpernickel steak Green and orange room Done my list I Make my way To help my mother End her day Fresh cut grass parking lot We roll on out We got a lot We’re on our way Roll the windows down And scream out loud We’re tired now Take it home Stop on the way To the bakery For some fruit and cake Home I lay After a shower clean I hit my head And I dream