It's August and I have not <br />Read a book in six months <br />except something called The Retreat from Moscow <br />by Caulaincourt <br />Nevertheless, I am happy <br />Riding in a car with my brother <br />and drinking from a pint of Old Crow. <br />We do not have any place in mind to go, <br />we are just driving. <br />If I closed my eyes for a minute <br />I would be lost, yet <br />I could gladly lie down and sleep forever <br />beside this road <br />My brother nudges me. <br />Any minute now, something will happen.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-while-driving/
