i’m cold and weary.
i woke early from odd dreams
in strange languages.

i worked like a fiend
through the morning until lunch,
then went into town.

jeremy and i
ate burgers at the market,
sitting in the cold.

band practice was next,
down in a chilly basement,
prepping for our gig.

from there, I crossed town
and went to japanese class,
the last of the year.

i got home past 9,
enjoyed late red beans and rice
and a cup of tea.

it was a long day.