Dream Job

I plucked the moon
From the sky
Like an orange
From a tree,
Took a bite
And tossed it away.

Or maybe it was a basketball
Rolling down
The street.
I scooped it up
Dribbled behind my back
And between my legs.

Or maybe I was just sitting
In my cab
In a deserted
Parking lot
Reading
The Thin Red Line,

When she walked up
And asked if I was busy.

I don't want to go home, she said.
Where do you want to go? I asked.
She sighed, I don't know, she said.
Well I have to take you somewhere.
Just drive around in circles.
So I did.
For a couple of hours at least.