A day is a long time to know a man
from the minute he wakes
to the minute he passes out
right after a big meal, a proper man-meal
meat and potatoes,corn on the cob
a couple of beers.
No use asking about the day, on such a day
though people say sex was in and out of his mind driving
to the 9 to 5 job that was more like the 7 to 7 stand-by with
that commute, the late meeting, the rush to get a bunch of
flowers for her birthday he just remembered.
The only time they were together this day and any other day
when each travels the city, drops off thethe kids, picks up the dry-cleaning
and groceries and back on the freeway,home for a meal and sleep
till the next alarm starts the day all over again.
One day, he says, we'll take a long vacation, where no driving is required and we get to stay in bed from seven to seven, all day, all night.
(In homage to James Joyce's Ulysses. A day in the life.)