I dozed off
My eyes got heavy
I passed out
In my john Lennon t shirt
Awoke a hour later
I had no interest in going down stairs
His mother was convinced
I was hibernating for the winter
Its the beginning of Fall
Really I cherished the alone time
The room, the TV
All at my disposal
Leave my nest?
No way
I can't afford the luxury of a private suite
But our (room measurement) box
Is close enough.
His mother probably calls me a wacko
When I'm not present
So what
I adore solitude
its rarely given
Reminds me of my old house.
Cul-due-sac, palm trees, broken toilet
My old room
Ceiling fan plus high powered AC
My room so chilly
Made me want to nap every day
During those humid summer afternoons.
I ruffle my wavy hair
Got a few hours to spare
Before I clock in
Alone time feels like old times
My cul-de-sac, chilly room
My strole down memory lane.
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