My day begins in quiet
dark
I long still to be fast
asleep
My joints are sore as I
embark
Another day ahead of me
The street is cold and
dimly lit
My cup of coffee in my
hand
As warmth begins to
spread through it
I see the lights from where
I stand
I say I’ll drive second
today
As neither of us seems to
mind
Engines stir as we’re on
our way
It whirs and slowly
passes time
As dawn begins to gently
break
My head is still cloudy
with dreams
Soon I will be fully
awake
How I love the passenger’s seat
How I love the passenger’s seat