My hunger becomes overwhelming
My pores are sweaty
Thin as a starving dog
Waiting for the hour to be finished
Waiting for the train ride home, the moaning rails, the darkness and advertisements
Waiting for dinner with Ilyse, and how lovely that will be
We will both complain about our days
I will lament the night before
She will forgive me
And then we'll talk about going to the show
Tomorrow
And maybe I'll have a beer
And sit in the living room
And maybe I'll dream of what could be
And what already is
George carline words ringing in my head, there is only past and future
It was a funny joke, but alas
There is a
Here
And it is
forever