Drinking While Driving, by Raymond Carver

Raymond Carver

Drinking While Driving

It’s August and I have not

Read a book in six months

except something called The Retreat from Moscow

by Caulaincourt.

Nevertheless, I am happy

riding in a car with my brother

and drinking from a pint of Old Crow.

We do not have any place in mind to go,

we are just driving.

If I closed my eyes for a minute

I would be lost, yet

I could gladly lie down and sleep forever

beside this road.

My brother nudges me.

Any minute now, something will happen.

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