bacon eggs and beer

We had four beers for lunch
then bacon and eggs
hot, dry July
I was watching your legs,
As you walked across heaven
broken-glass plight
I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

We'd both just returned
from jobs far away
met in the office
our last field day,
finished the paper work
'let's get a bite'
I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

We took the old truck
with the name on the door
'most out of gas
trash on the floor,
drove to the bar
the sun blinding bright
I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

Inside it was cool
dim and deserted
to a back booth
we were casually herded,
the waitress brought beers
to our delight
and I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

The first beer went quick
the second protracted
we talked about travel
to which we're attracted,
the restaurant next door
served breakfast, cooked right
and I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

With eggs, bacon, beer
toast and home fries
your hand found its way
to one of my thighs,
with just a thin smile
you said it felt right
and I was thinking we might
be lovers by night,

So we drank our last beer
left the truck in the lot
walked across heaven
a motel room bought,
forty bucks, cash
flashing Vacancy light
and I was certain we'd be
lovers by night,