a friday spring late night
like the old times
the in-laws,
my wife's parents house in
sweden
everyone is asleep
the house is quiet
I sit alone
a great old film plays on
Gas, Food, Lodging
with whiskey, wine and snus
oh those old sweet memories
lone late night films
stoned-drunk,
in a small room sitting
on a bed
dreaming a life
wasting away
-
had a little dream and woke up.
