count me in

1.97 for a gallon of gas.
sunny Monday.
had a donut.
that's the day.

here it is, going on.
shake the slips of paper
out of my pocket. old notes.
wonder why i carry them.

drove down a slow main street
passed Johnny's.
they're only serving takeout.
you can't sit in there and eat.
maybe tomorrow we'll try,
or in a few days
or in a month,
or in many months when i'm beaten down by this chaos.
what is happening here?
a killer disease is upon us.
where did it come from?
how about a solution.
can't we return to complacency?
give me slow motion.
a smile
a hug
and a coffee.