Raymond Carver / Drinking While Driving

Drinking While Driving

by Raymond Carver

 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.