the new years eve party

it was

New Years Eve

as we sat in the drive thru

at Jack in the Box.

the three

of us,

Mike,

Dave, me.

we were hungry.

it was snowing.

the frayed wipers

pushed

off the heavy flakes.

when we got our food

we parked

in the lot and ate, listening

to the radio,

talking about

how great

everything tasted,

washed down

with cokes.

we talked about the girl

in the red

dress. how she danced.

they were

the best of nights,

then we went home,

going forever,

our separate ways.