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