It was Anniversary of D-Day

I wanted to sleep
along sound of cars
passing sadly in the egg yolk night,
I packed my pillow, tucked
under right arm, black socks
and black comfortable shorts,
old cut at knees sweatpants &
eternal white string-already-tied, tip-toed
downstairs, taste of toothpaste
linger, sat on white couch too
small for legs but closest to
window over street, the damned music/
the misty myth, outside
boiled up in gurgling water (dangerous),
I rest my head above angry four wheel drivers, and
where's this road go but north and south
it's lovely-what-I-wished-for-sleep