Drinking While Driving, 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.

 

Raymond Carver, "Drinking While Driving, en Winter Insomnia, 1970.