A few hours 'till sunrise
and out of thin air
Ta-da!
on my door step you appear
like some hocas pocas hobo
looking for shelter from the rain

And those eyes
shamed under
and glazed over
two steps from graceful
and ten from aware

Oh, how could I forget
that old familiar song
"Damn, been awhile huh?"
"I almost didn't make it here!"
"mind if I take a nap?"

And then it begins
the hissing and coughing
that tuberculosis yawn
like a pissed upon fire
snap
crackle
babel
spit
you belt out your "pity me" junkie opera
the performance?
well no one attends

Now the show comes to a close
and it's off to your old bed
not a second for bathing
nor a moment for guilt.
"We will talk in the morning"
"I promise, I do!"

You don't even bother to take off your boots.
you never used to sleep in your boots...