Travel log

You might catch me on the interstate, rolling 290 West, towards Maywood, but I get off before that. Take the side streets, figure that's best. I might even stop at the Lucky Dog for a polish deluxe. Nothing special, just comfort food, helps me relax. If I get "take out" I'm gonna have to stop. The mall parking lot will be the right spot.
I can watch the crowd move about. People watching is my crime, I see the dance of all mankind, especially the ones in and out the liquor store. A drink makes you feel good, makes life feel like it should.
I don't like hanging in one place everyday. Took em long enough to fix the road on St. Charles, I'll be alternating between there and the mall.
Until the sound of the cock that signals my departure. To arrive at the job to work 8 hours.
I do my dance.