My milkshake is a peanut-butter treat With chocolate, too, appearing in the mix A glass so large, so sickeningly sweet That I need less than half to get my fix I'm in a diner with a weighty tome Great English Poems, edited by Briggs Across the table, Adam looks at home With Murakami, and with coffee swigs There comes a sudden motion from below As Adam lays a tickle on my knee I counter-jest, exclaiming, "Nandato!" Which Adam laughs at oh-so-heartily It's Wednesday. We have nothing much to do. The skies change from a rainy gray to blue.