Driving at five a.m.
Feeling calm making my way.
Through the emptiness of the night.
Heading in the direction of the large,
beautiful river...
Meeting for breakfast,
Late like I always used to be.
On time though, in their fashion.
Time enough for steak and eggs,
and Johnny Cougar in the sheets
Walking, up then in, and laughing.
First at my hug, then at my mood,
Balanced conversation, balanced thoughts,
Precariously balanced forks until,
the fall (into relaxing enjoyment), of breakfast.
Cruising down the road at 70, breaking limits,
breaking fasts, and fast passing around slow moments.
A short ride with short stops, good music, and friends.
Toast and Cheesy hashbrowns lasting her nowhere near,
until the moment of arrival.
From here on in it could all be
Martinis, phone calls, wine and fires,
amazing food, and burned foot as a result,
of not bothering to look before we leapt?
Thankfully it was only one place that got burned.
As per always I had a great time.
As per always I loved you just a wee bit more.
But the time for talking was done and it was
time for me to make my way back home to the lakes.
As always I hated the drive home...
Thanks for being you, don't know who I used to talk to,
before I had a new friend
No disrespect to the wife of course