i just left work and i'm still in my uniform
all my best friends are here snappin' fingers like,
hey waitress get me a beer
but i'm not movin' for anyone
finally safe for the night
finally looking into familiar eyes
finally happy
it's ninety degrees and our thighs are stuck to blue leather
it's ninety degrees and our knees are melting into each other
he laughs a little & with a voice half buried in a smile he says,
"first come, first serve *******"
prime real estate
he always gets it
the tan couch resting in a sea of dark blue
soft
worn in
with cloth for skin
later in the night this tiny room is at its max capacity
and here i am, passin the bottle on down to the friends
who are now sitting at my feet,
reading new lyrics off their cellphone's tiny screen
he's got a coffee mug balancing between his knees
half full and definitely cold
rustic black with red flowers growing up the side to meet the handle
the dark liquid swooshes around violently as he bangs the strings
on the guitar he's got propped up slightly in his lap
he's staring at me and then he starts to laugh,
all i have to say is
"you can walk home"
but we both know i can't sleep if i don't see him
stumble safely through his front door
i'll probably be slurring my words behind the steering wheel,
"i am so in love with all of my ******* friends,
the thought of leaving you all in the fall
makes my stomach hurt"
and he'll kiss me on the forehead & tell me to
... get some sleep
but he knows i won't
and he'll worry
until tomorrow
when we'll do it all again