Pensive at Five O’clock

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The sun is fat this afternoon
dripping golden grease
on clouds.

Clouds are pink this afternoon
as seen through my tinted
glasses.

Added low fat milk to a half full
bottle of bourbon,
made a white Cadillac.

Used to drink that when in New Orleans
and was fired for
my rowdy fitness.

The bottle is empty now
the dog has gone out
and I argue with a politician on the telly.