A Few Words About The Night

i like to stay up late
and sometimes I do
like last night with some friends of mine
who are gregarious and charming
who laugh at my small jokes

i like to stay in bed
and sometimes i do
like this morning
with the clocks turned back
once again i am rising in the light
something of a latecomer to the day
thankfully they've held a place for me
among the ranks of the living and breathing

people of my town

are so distractable

i like the stillness
or better yet the sound of singing
and even better the whingdingbangup world of engines and hammers
and the rabble of neon along the street
in the old part of town
i like them all every one
i really like them

see i told you so

sometimes in the morning
the alarm will ring and it will be
the closing bell for all those dreams i dreamt in vain
perpetually parting is what we are
who can stand it
and i roll away and groan

but then the light of day will gleam
and you will whisper in my ear
i hear you saying
roll the dice
we've come around again