Requiem for a Night's Sleep

3 am,
I do stretches and long to listen to loud music,
Boneshake "In a Silent Way"
But Miles is Sketching Spain
And the minutes creep-

You come to,
"whatcha doin baby?"

I chalked it up to all day coffee
After a splendid dinner,
"just touching the ceiling sweets."

Moments later you sit up, me in your chair
And you in the hand me down half couch
Questioning should I try
As newsboys and donutbakers rattle and roll
Out on the river road
And I can hear the snow melt and
Smell the mud a month too early,

Haul off the Juice in the Fugue Hour, Fridge Light, then
Crawl like a crab, sidewise, under powderblue Snowgoose sheets,
Beseeched "roll over and let me get the hip"

And my breathing slows as you go,
Funny Valentine Count Basie snickers tween us-

Fuck it, still dark, I'm going for a paper
It's only 33 till 5 and you are tapping like a
Titmouse, amusing me with whiskered profile

And I get Neil, of selective hearing, night man leans in and says "huh?"
Old boy ain't foolin me and it's still dark as a piss ant as I ascend,
Upward, the key and
The keys to the day jangle in my warm hand.

Too early for the Stones
Late enough for Bartok,
Perhaps Vaughn-Williams-

All that matters flashes across your face
As I bend to peck your lips with my glasses slung low
On my beak.