12 hours from something.

It is 8pm, or just gone that
and I'm drinking apple and mint juice
that I wish was a beer.
Someone forgot to collect a lorry
with a set for a show inside it.
It will be here at midnight,
if not 3am.

So, as a result
I start when I would have finished.
8pm until 8am
Stuck inside, sober
with myself as sole companion.
It sure is lucky we get on so well.

Anyhow, its rude to bore people
with the trivialities of your own
existence, but I'll be thinking of me
as the second hand slow dances
for its own cruel pleasure.