Motor running
                                     Steering wheel death-grip
                                     Prancing eyes wondering
                                     is there anyone here i know?
                                     The brake lights ahead
                                     Go out
                                     And the car pulls away.
                                     i'm next

                                     The sweating young man lightly taps
                                     The accelerator
                                     His heart pumps faster.
                                     The window is down.
                                     The speaker crackles to life!
                                     may i take your order?
                                     May you ever! It's her!
                                     yes, i'd like
                                     Stutter
                                     a number one with a coke

                                     Eternity

                                     three-fifteen
                                     please drive around

                                     The young man pulls away from
                                     The speaker
                                     damndamndamndamn
                                     stuttering idiot stupid stupid

                                     The car ahead is still at the window
                                     And he sees
                                     Just for an instant
                                     Her arm pull away.
                                     The car leaves.
                                     it's my turn dammit

                                     The window stays down and
                                     He can smell the exhaust
                                     He puts on the brake
                                     At her Window.
                                     And it is closed.

                                     He peers hopefully
                                     Waiting
                                     Waiting for her to come to him.

                                     He wipes the glistening sweat
                                     From his face
                                     Tugs at his collar
                                     He can still smell the soap
                                     Straightens his tie

                                     The Gates of Heaven open and the Angel
                                                     of the Lord holds out her hand
                                     three-fifteen
                                     Is that a smile he sees in her eyes?
                                     He grabs the money from the other seat
                                     Exact change
                                     He came prepared
                                     Just like at lunch.
                                     here you are!

                                     Skin meets skin
                                     The cool heat starts at his hand
                                     And rushes to his heart

                                     She disappears as his arm stays
                                     What will she say this time?
                                     How will her lips move tonight?
                                     There she is again!
                                     do you need ketchup?
                                     no, not at all
                                     Say more dammit!
                                     here u go. have a nice day
                                     He utters a sound as
                                     Her Window closes.

                                     He exits the lot and drives home.
                                     Tomorrow.
                                     Yes, tomorrow he will finally do it.
                                     It's taken him a while but he will
                                     Do it tomorrow.

                                     Every day at lunch
                                     Every night at dinner
                                     But he never tastes the fries.