Coming Down with a Weekend


Woke up this morning,

And didn't feel so hot.

It felt like fever,

And my nerve ends were shot. 


Felt that tingling.

Way down in my feet.

Rose on rubbery legs,

And found my seat.


Hot coffee by the cup,

And a fried egg to eat.

Couldn't stave it off,

Keep me from the heat.


All around, like the morning dew.

A blanket of doubt,

Like a hurricane, biding its time,

Milling in the Gulf, still far out 


Sunlight in my eyes going in,

Couldn't erase,

The feeling within,

Read on my face.  


Time in slow motion,

The clock wore down.

When I woke up at 5:05

No one was around.


Except on the Friday freeway,

Where they were running round.

Hurrying to their destinations,

With a weekend coming down. 


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull




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