Some Nights

One night…
Sipping hot black tea on a breezy summer night
Head is spinning from too much wine delight
Tennis is on tv just to fill the empty space
The fan is moving from side to side to keep pace
The heat is filling this four-walled room
Where I lie to try to sleep quietly

The next night…
Haven’t written anything much lately
Soft guitar music is playing on TV
Cold Darjeeling by my side
Tickling my tastebud
And the night still feels young
Strange… I should really go to sleep.

Goodnight.