Saturdays

Hot motel

Stuffy inside

I know well

These eleven walls

Hot black tar

I tan my legs

Rest my heart

And dream of the cityMagazine

And diet Coke

I'm not a joke

This is me

Damaged leg

Heavy cart

Plastic cups

Linen martRock garden

Where I used to play

People stare

Part of their day

Coffee break

Lunch at noon

Pumpernickel steak

Green and orange roomDone 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 lotWe're on our way

Roll the windows down

And scream out loud

Oh we're tired nowTake it home

Stop on the way

To the bakery

For some fruit and cake

And home I lay

After a shower clean

I hit my head

And I dream