let the night roll on

does anything

taste

better, or is more satisfying

than breakfast

in a diner

at three in the morning

with our friends,

all of us

in our twenties, after

a night

of drinking

and dancing,

chasing girls,

as men do at that

age, maybe every age.

puppies without a leash

on the prowl.

bring on

the coffee pot,

the toast and jam, the eggs,

and waffles,

the sausage

and bacon. let

us laugh about the ones

that got away,

at the night behind us.

let the night roll on,

may it never end.