just woke up

it’s 1:30 and sleep comes easy on lids like rugs

when will you be more out of my thoughts?

so i can roll up the dusty blankets

of lids backlit by starlight

and say hello to morning

guitar picks through my thoughts

gold sifter fortune grifter

never found his way home

after all those nights spent on the road

but even with his socked feet

slippin off the train rails of consciousness

he can’t let go today

and he says hello to night

passin by the rug shops

and never openin his eyes