bad night

it’s not here.
it’s gone.

reached around behind
me.
nothing.
looked around behind
me.
nothing.
it’s gone.

it was here yesterday,
last
night.

me?
I feel about the
same.
need a shave.
that’s all.

but it’s gone.

all I can do
is
wait.

you ever waited
for a bus at
3 a.m. in the
morning?
not even knowing
if it’s
running?

I’m even out of
cigarettes
and I sit here
scratching the
back of my
neck.

son of a
bitch, you have no
idea.