To Life: Ha Ha Haaaaa!

it's just me, Tom
and a black coffee.
The plastic bag
that rustles against
my right elbow
can be thrown away
quickly.

This is a dance
without romance
or intensity,
just another Saturday
night drunk
that no one expected.

Another 'I could
fall in love with you'
against a grey sky
as the clowns juggle
with something
that is shit out
once you get back.

I roll my head,
slightly uncomfortably,
wishing I could at least
talk to her,
give me a true prize
and I'd be the big spoon...
Instead... Work is not so far away
and the evening kicks hard.

I sip at coffee
where the bigger man
would just cry.

So, Tom plays
and he makes a lot of sense.
The album is 'Closing Time'
if you're wondering
where I get my inspiration.

The nights are sad
and I wobble for the first
time in a while,
but it still feels the same
as love grabs me
and I miss her.