waiting for the thaw (or how some of my friends are poets without really trying)

adam:i want to sleep for a week
adam:and when i wake up it will be late may
adam:and we can drink pinot grigio on a sidewalk somewhere
adam:and i can walk home and kick pebbles and listen to dusty springfield and sleep with the windows open
adam:i am already so in the mood
adam:for coney island and baseball on the radio
adam:and a sunburnt nose