It's too late for midnight and
too early for dawn, so between
the two there's no difference now.
Outside of Chumley's I stand and spit.
Across the way, the big lobby lamp
shines - some zillion dollar rental
of a few small rooms where I should
be. This place really should be mine.
Too narrow a passageway for bones,
nothing passes but some tenth-life
cat too late for anger and too smooth
for regret. And anyway, he's probably
just out here picking up guys for a
cigarette. Too little, too late,
how these things end up.
I haven't the magic for anything. I look
for my action, any woman along the
way could do, but there's nothing
coming so far as this night shows.
My hands are idle, with not even
a drink. So much time. I sit
back and think.
Heidi-hi and heidi-ho;
wherever you are, there you go.