Night Cap

May 2, 2013

The day is ending
Work is over
Dinner is eaten and
cleaned up
and now
I’m alone in my bedroom
with the door closed

It’s a ritual.
Everyone out there
in their bedrooms
reading trashy novels
In their living rooms
by the light of the television
In their basements
with jazz on, drinking that night cap

We’ve all got our ways of
doing it
But we’re all
doing it
Sitting
Waiting for another day
Hoping sleep will come
Hoping tomorrow
won’t be
too bad

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