Two minutes to midnight

Two minutes to midnight,

I will not be going home tonight

I have no home

Feet swollen and smelly

Socks clammy and stinking

I miss my girl

She won’t sleep next to me

I won’t hear her bother me

Breaking into play
Digging her feet into my ribs

Punctuating that with attention cries

Two minutes to midnight

Cold toes on a cold tiled floor

I could wear socks

But how will I wash them?

I could wrap a blanket

But the guard is peeping curiously

Who owns an office and sleeps at work

Two minutes to midnight

Six hours to daylight

To peppered face and brushed teeth

To clean clothes and new muse 

To daybreak