Dropped like a prom dates dress

far from shy    
I'll flirt with any wording  
to make it smile    
   
Saturday mornings are sex    
in the bathroom of a juke joint    
with your wife    
   
Most of 'em have me awake    
as the sun is    
and out the door early    
   
Always a chore    
that can be stretched    
into the type of morning    
that these country roads    
rise best with    
   
favorite music, loud    
good smoke, a few cigarettes    
coffee, and a dog destined to die    
a cliche in a bad poem    
   
Ten miles in I walk with my maker    
talk with my shrink    
one runs    
the other dissolves in laughter    
   
I feel better    
   
return home    
and write