Drive-Thru Window

I wait behind the wheel,
at the drive-thru window,
for my meal.

Do I look high,
blasting an INXS tape,
in my 92 Pontiac,

like I'm a few years late
for the Eighties.
A woman takes my money

looks me up and down,
disappears.
I feel high.

Turn up the volume.
Drum the wheel.
Watch the rain begin.

Twenty-three years ago,
I slid into the world
and Kick hit the charts.

The first year I ever lived,
everything that was
thought already is.

Rungs of wisdom
in every moment.
Why not climb that

see-through ladder.
Transcend power.
The window opened up.

I reached to grab my fountain cup.
Hit the glass of in between.
I put it there to block the rain.

Now I know,
I do look high.
Grab the wheel and wave goodbye.

Happy

Songs and videos like this make me just want to go out and tell everyone how awesome they are.

Yes, you are all beautiful and wonderful.

I thank Beck for hipping me to this happiness.