Now I am talking to a coffee mug at 5 am,
thinking of the night before.
Nights have ways to make things worse.
But reality came just in time
for some overdue adjustments. An early rise.
Often good ideas join the dark of night.
These days I tell them to get lost, I need my sleep.
They take their attaché-cases and turn their backs at me,
I hope to memorize some of their truth
but can’t be bothered now to lift a pen.
Today I shall not try to be
a better soul, only a coffeedrinker
who worries about rain and disappearing socks
and why it is that all you do when I am dozing off
is going for a p and wake me up to say so.