On Sleep

And I will wait as long as I must.
Because you're worth it.
And always will be.

If I try and stave you off with coffee
and the just-one-more-cigarette facade,
trust me.

It's not you. It's me.
And I will lie here until you come.
And I will smoke in the streetlight's shadows.

Until you come.

And when I wake up, and you're gone
I will go out into the windy, cold and busy world.
But you're on my mind.

And when I wake up and I'm gone,
all night in my cab, it's you I'm thinking of.
And my greatest pleasure at work

is the moments I spend with you
between calls to crack heads and insomniacs.
My nightly lover I can't know until you're gone.

It is you.
It is you.
It is you.