10pm, Sun is down.
Time to wake up.
All the Day Walkers are laughing at monologues
and finishing the day.
I'm just getting started.
Sorta.
Everything takes a bit longer.
A 10pm hangover is a different level,
but at least I don't need shades.
Tums and Coffee.
Stomach acid fight.
Grab my band and head into the quiet.
Crickets, and a stock bass
slowly cruising up the street.
A nice car, for Mommy and Daddy's.
They see my uniform.
A teen boy voice screams teen deep platitudes.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" it shrieks.
Someday, kid.
You will.
A 10 pm hangover sounds pretty pleasant when you put it like that.
ReplyDeleteHuh. Sounds like quite the night. Or was it a day?
ReplyDeleteuniform?catholic school uniform or army one or playboy stripper ?
ReplyDeleteinteresting spin. That daywalker line had me thinking one thing...then you got me with the end.
ReplyDeleteminus the booze it reminds me of when I use to work at seven eleven!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what uniform he was wearing. Something for his job, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI have a hangover feeling but without the booze.
ReplyDeleteRough night I guess
ReplyDeleteTums and coffe, breakfast of champions.
ReplyDeleteMmm... that sounds like me.
ReplyDeleteDeep, dude. Great job. :)
ReplyDeleteI've been there too...
ReplyDeleteI love how you referred to the teenager as "it."
ReplyDeleteThumbs up.
Very interesting work, I liked it.
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