Dogs 2013

THE NEW SAME OLD SATURDAY
(1/19/13)


I remember
those Saturday
mornings
circa 1993
hoofing 3 miles
toward my dishwashing
gig
at the Eastside
Cafe

on foot
to save
bus fare

thinking
about
how much blood
I would need
to sell
the next week
just
to make it

passing by
quiet homes
filled with
normal folks
sleeping in
to begin
their weekends

I couldn't
conceive
of a time
when I might
possibly realize
such comfort
and ease

~

I woke up
in my comfortable
home
at 7:15
this morning
to begin
my sixth
work day

the only
consolation
coming to
without
an alarm
for my shift
of one

I stop
to get gas
on the way
to the office
and see
him

walking
along
old clothes
and a daypack

I wonder
if he knows
where he's
headed