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