waiting for the weekend

we

couldn't wait for

the weekend.

we had

our clothes picked out.

our hair

gelled

and combed

back.

we knew all the hot spots.

where to dance,

where the girls

were,

where drinks didn't break

the bank.

we couldn't wait

for Friday night

to roll around,

to drive

into town.

and now, 

we feel the same way,

but it's not

to go out,

but to find a soft bed

where we can,

at last,

lie down.