Written on the Back of a Take-out Menu
5:30 AM, October Twenty-sixth
I was woken up early on the day of the Sun,
But the sun was still sleeping and the temperature had run
Down to zero so I, dressed in t-shirt and slacks,
Would wait out the night at the security desk.
I sit on a stool reading Jack Kerouac,
As the sky turns to blue from its black black black black,
A man in a coat walks his girl down the hallways
She carries a rose that she'll bear for him always.
Some early-birds pass between Wings A and B
Off to the bathroom or to do laundry.
When we set the time back, we all act a bit gone
And a little bit further from the dawn dawn dawn dawn.