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.
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.