What a strange night of dreams
Most seem to be related to the restaurant
But the images were all over the place
But no cooking or any service stuff.
There was trying to find a good parking place
Early in the morning
When the lot was empty
So I could get out easy
When everybody was leaving.
Or where to put my knife roll
When I left so no one would take my knives.
or climbing up to the top of a storage shelf
To get some towels
That had been hidden
Cause there weren’t any in the kitchen
To find out
They were gone
And had been replaced
With paper towels
Was me talking with Julie
One of our hostesses at the hosted stand
Mostly the migratory habits of salmon.
The last thing was
when I woke up this was scribbled on a piece of paper by my head.
-my brother sends me something ever ten days. He smiled
-for you I’ll just say Ferrell. Send me a little extra for my friend.
We look at the Greek tragedies
And I think Shit I got poems long than that.
What that means
I have no idea.