T.G.I.F.

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