It’s 5:15 on a Friday night in America.
pick up trucks go in and out 
and out of each one a solitary man appears,
goes into the store alone 
comes back out with a case of beer
preparing for the weekend 
or just tonight 

Another big truck and another man inside 
and then another 
and then another 
and I wonder if they could, 
if the world would allow them to,
would they pull their resources 
huddle up 
and maybe buy beer for all of them

They could have a sleepover 
and talk about their dreams, and complain about their work 
and not have to spend a Friday night in America
with their beer, alone
instead of with their beer and their besties