just about past midnight

it was just about past midnight

and the smell of salty eggs

still paired in the air

like a dead body

i had dreamed about the town

waayy far away where 

my wild love waited,

probably asleep, taken in

paradisiacal dreams,

while here lies me,

stuck in bedlam

and in grime,

reading nighthawks postcards and

sittin' on the bed on a thursday night.

i am supposed to wake up

in somethin' around

four or five hours,

a sleep that i definetely

will be not be able to get.

but well, here i am,

waayy down in the pit,

in the deepest hole

in the deepest hell,

sinking to death in

insomniac nightmares,

glancing at the roof 

muttering that the 

coke is too warm and the

night is too cold,

but well, here i am,

slowly dragging around

across each day

in hope of someday 

to find again sarah

right there in the west.

the only time i missed my bed

was when i was awake and

the only time i missed being awake

was when i was on my---

wait a minute there,

i never even missed that.

what???

and thinkin' that maybe

i could be right now 

standing right between

the 9th and the 10th

down there at downtown

with my girl, kissing her

and hugging her

while her husband is upstairs 

around sixteen blocks away

playing trombone and

her younger kid is trying to sleep and

her older child is tryin' to

break out the house

with some of mr. husband's beers

to try getting drunk 

right there at mr. friend's house.

yeah, right here.

but well, here i am,

with a bottle of heated coke 

in my right hand,

a picture of where the wind blows tall

and the thought of my dear..

i'ma just wait for the 

right time to crawl outta bed

to contemplate dawn

and well, go to work

or something