Drinking Philosophical
I’m drinking beer and waxing philosophical
while I look across another empty dinner table
and stare out the window
at an empty spot in the driveway.
I’m sitting here drinking
watching MASH reruns on the TV
wondering where she went
and if she’s coming back.
The letter on the fridge bets on “No”
but the seventh beer says “Maybe”
and the ninth says “Yes”
so I keep right on drinking
all the way to “Of course.”
I fall asleep in my chair again
while the cat stares disapprovingly
from the top of the TV set
and the dog drinks beer from his water dish
and eats microwave popcorn
from a half-melted Tupperware bowl on the floor.
