his foot caught on the carpet outside it

 

five months later he hadnt been able to bring himself to sleep inside

two other bedrooms a livingroom couch an unfinished basement

the weatherd been good  the back porch was under eaves a cotton rope hammock like when he fished tuna commercially off South America

the livingroom floor hardwood herringbone fine hemp throw rugs backed with mats

he didnt need to be coddled to sleep

 

exhaustion was the ticket getting there

an his problem

its gantry an launching were troublesome

a vast black sky yawned above him

whisky  a cigarette  silver smoke rising up into it

but night fell asleep

leaving him alone

the sun rose bent over him kissed his cheekGoodmorning  You didnt sleep

he rose ground beans put coffee on showered cold cereal juice coffee poured the remainder into a thermos  dressed
caught the bus into work

tonight hed sleep

if the ghosts let him

they were troubled too

they liked his company

they tread at its threshold but also didnt go inside

her absence filled the bedroom

there wasnt room to enter 

 

  

0217,  Twosday,  23 2. 16

Somewhere Off Jazz Street  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVAs32nMFbA