Head was cocked to the side, nearly to the shoulder,
face resting, he looked out the window
at the people who were walking on the ceiling
Some of them stared or pointed, while others turned away,
or looked away, or cried, and two even laughed
Why, he didn’t know
Didn’t have the energy to ask
He was tired, after all
He had actually fallen asleep, believe it or not, just a few minutes ago
Come to think of it, probably wasn’t the best time
to be catching a cat nap
Is it really a cat nap at two in the morning?
I shouldn’t have stayed out so late, he thought,
how am I going to get up for work in the morning?
Outside the glass, a truck had stopped, and the driver
and the other guys looked at him, too
Everyone was looking at him, it seemed
What a racket they made!
More people arrived all the time,
the cars and trucks and vans and motorcycles they drove
screamed and yelled
It was enough to give him a headache, maybe
The folks in the crowd shouted to each other and ran around
What’s the rush, he wanted to yell, slow down or someone’s gonna get hurt!
But he didn’t
He stayed quiet
Didn’t want that headache
Some men came up to his window then,
just came right up and looked inside! Their hats were huge, and the guys
banged on the window
A little rude, he thought. They asked him questions, but he was
tired, and didn’t really feel like talking.
“Come back in the morning,” he said, “Before I go to work”
but he didn’t think they heard. And who could blame them?
with all the noise out there. They looked strange, anyway.
It was only a drizzle, really, but they were dressed in the heaviest coats
he’d ever seen
And it comes…
Behind my eyes, all the way up to my scalp, he thought
I hope it goes away by morning
The amber of the streetlights danced on the glass, their glow
fuzzed by the raindrops making his head hurt more
And his legs were getting sore now, too, he noticed
Too much dancing on the ceiling, I guess, and he chuckled
The men outside banged on the window again
Go away, he whispered, come again another day
He went to change position a little, be more comfortable,
but he couldn’t
He was too tired, he’d drunk some,
What do you expect, he asked himself, you know one drink and you’re flying
The windshield was broken he noticed, and he didn’t feel
his headache or his sore legs anymore
I’d better get some rest
I have a lot to do tomorrow
So he closed his eyes