Fast Food

I have a box that I keep locked In my bag Pockets deeper than six feet My friend Andrew died But he still helps me pay for things Jack let me get a number 1 curly Mocha coffee and a couple of meat blankets For here please, I'm going to write and eat My mind is a safe full of paper green wisdom No, you can't have the key Just keep driving thru Hope you get to the driveway before the rain Cloudy weather but my funds sunny Floating slowly back to the ground My favorite combo always makes me float Stay hungry my friends p.s. #410 food for thought...