There is always a new man sitting next to me
This one is humming
The last one carried a crane and tried to speak while I was eating
I was rude but what they don't know any single one of these guys sitting next to me, different every time,
Is that I have an hour to eat and drink drink drink
Till I forget about the job and the house and the friends I've hurt
One hour with nothing to do but refuel

I think a person needs more than one hour but
Time is like the water
Tightening when it's cold and
Retracting when it's warmed with the breath of lovers

My lenses become the shade of
Cranberry lemonade
Food sits uneaten in front of me