WAITING FOR THE DAWN

When Frank Sinatra comes on singing "New York New York"I shut off the radio. They'd beenplaying some pretty decent stuff up till thenbut that's like an obscene joke now.

 Still thirteen hours to go before dawnand there's no guaranteeI will sleep any of it away.

Reading poems by Bukowskiand Raymond Carver. I buy books off the internetto read on my Kindle.  I buy plenty of books that way.(I know you never buy a damnbook, but all your libraries are closed!)

I'm looking for something there, but so often I find disappointment.Like the time--it was a long time ago now--I was at this singles danceand this woman I didn't knowlooked at me like she couldsee right through me and she says:You're looking for something...but you're not going to find it here.

What did she think I was looking for?Happily Ever After?

I still don't know.

But there's twelve hours to go before dawn...

and I know I'm going to have tofill it with something that passes for living.