Hotdogs At The End

Alarm died twice

Sun already high

One sock on

Phone at 9:45

Breakfast from a carton

Sip and search for keys

Hair still dripping

Neckline damp with speed

We’re racing for hotdogs at the end

Flat-pack dreams and secondhand zen

IKEA saints

Fluorescent friends

All of this hurry

Red light tunnel

Radio too loud

Headlights swimming

In a concrete cloud

You tap the map

I miss the turn

Laugh so hard

My coffee burns

We’re racing for hotdogs at the end

Flat-pack dreams and secondhand zen

IKEA saints

Fluorescent friends

All of this hurry

Table in a box

Soft chairs in a row

Future dinners

Stacked in the cargo

Receipt like a ribbon

Wallet feeling thin

But the line by the exit

Got us grinning again

We’re racing for hotdogs at the end

Flat-pack dreams and secondhand zen

Ketchup halos

Mustard on your hand

All of this hurry

For hotdogs at the end

All of this hurry