Catching ZZZs
Catching Z's in the lunchtime hour With the kiddies and the street performers playing With the workin people having lunch and the warm sun ablazin With the college kiddos taking orders the street drummer keeps a thumpin and the sun rolls gently beneathe the clouds and I start dreamin somethin I dream of marchin in the band with tamborine and big drums poundin and I remember thinking I was back at work with somethin loud resoundin And I closed my eyes again for awhile it was half past 12 only to be awakened by (I think a horn) as far as I could tell I sat up in my car at last for this goal to sleep seemed fruitless And I went right back to work again My nightshift as a waitress