T.G.I.F. Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

The humming of my coffee machine
At the light of dawn
Wakes me for another day
The light shines through the window
To prepare me for the trials I must face
Traffic at a crawl
And the boss is yelling at anyone in general
Then back on the road
Creeping even slower
Because, it's Friday, in the summer
And everyone seems to want to get
Out of the city
When I get home, at least, the sun is still out
As I watch the twilight fall
I take a sip of wine
And wish the madness will be over soon
When I hit the numbers in the lottery tonight