The Friday Sunset

The Friday sun hurries along
But the watch ticks as slowly as it can
The wheels vroom and screech impatiently
Rushing into the unwinding plan.

The lines are long
All roads lead to the ports
All thoughts belong to beloved ones
And the gait is smitten by the prance.

The hostess is peppy; the pilot is in jest
But thoughts of the hugs won't let you rest
The smells of the cabin are impeccably fragrant
But the arrivals lounge - it must play truant.

When the rubber finally lazes to a halt
And you see your dear blue moon
The lips smile wide grinning ear to ear
Yet the words won't fall out so soon.

Before Messrs. Traffic & Jams can take the blame
The curses have their two seconds of fame
"Why so late, I couldn't wait no longer!"
As the hands slip around the shoulder.

The cards are swiped, and the tickets are clicked
Popcorn machines go wild; waitresses over-tipped
The DJ grooves on while the night is young
And Monday seems conspicuously far-flung.

The ceiling is gazed and the eyes won't blink
The hearts will pour out sans the extra drink.
Friends are remade and lovers hold tight
Sleep never really had the Friday night.

The Saturday wakes up to a lonely dawn
And before you'd know, the Sunday is gone.
But as guilty as I feel for my promises unkept
I yearn once again for that Friday sunset.