A Friday Night

Toe, unstill
A tapping delight
Impatient ... moreso,
On a Friday night.

Wonder, deluxe,
A few hours to wait.
Tapping and anxious,
September and great.

But, if I could
Sooner ... I might,
Wander away,
And ponder tonight.

As stars awake,
And day turns to black,
I'll slip into naughty,
And never come back.