9/23/17 3:18 AM
\"Goodbye Pork Pie Hat\" -Charles Mingus, 1959
Staying up so late it drives me mad
The quiet roll of the earth has never seemed so bad
I haven\'t been partying, and I haven\'t been drinking
but it still feels like I am sinking
Into the earth among the worms
Drinking that caffeine laden drink I knew the terms
To be stuck here slithering
Each rubbing belly another minute of withering
My mind gets no recharge or rest
Cerebral endurance put to the test
These numerous cigarettes burn much too fast
Showing me that not even bad habits can last
The insomniac is never pressed for time
I even managed to shit out this rime
But sitting on this floral throne
I can\'t help but feel alone
Pages of writing and empty beer cans
I don\'t know how much more alertness I can stand
Eventually the sandman will hit me and I\'ll succumb
pass out and wake up deaf, bleary eyed and dumb
My patience is shrinking, my warning lights blinking
I can\'t help but fell the allure of these evil inklings
I don\'t really know what i want form this world
A lover, a friend or someone to make the sheets less cold
Right now I need to sleep
And find some sort of respite before my mind takes a leap
The new day always begins the same
Pour hot coffee and sit on the stoop in shame
I can wait to do all that
Maybe that\'s why my mind is still up a bat
Swing for the fences, they say
\"You\'ll get there someday!\"
I just haven\'t the time, to keep up this rhyme
I\'d rather stay up late and save my last dime
In the night I feel at home
Nose tucked between this empty tome
Truly alone and totally awake
The garbage truck goes by, rattles and quakes
Insomnia in blue melodies
Jazz so lively and heavenly
Relishing these hours so hellishly