Heavy traffic. Wednesday night.
Morning really - Thursday snook in
Two hours ago over another coffee.
Discount the day. Confusing
To go to bed and wake up
And it hasn't changed.
Day-behind jet-lag feeling
Will last 'til Friday, that's really Saturday
For you at least.
Body clock ticks backwards.
Concert goers going home
A stream of lights that break the night.
Happy faces, shouting loud and hoarse
Rock concert hangovers tomorrow
That's already your today.
Traffic slows. The light stream falters.
'Halfway there' fading along with
The fumes of fuel and midlife crisis.
Sunrise clouds brighten
Lunch, for me at least.
Camera clicks loud in my quiet world.
Living on a Prayer stuck in my head,
Body clock providing the backwards beat.
Countdown to bed as the world wakes up.