Joey Cloudy online

When You Wake Up at Odd Hours

I am eating rainbow sherbet

In the dining room turned into my office.

Smoking a blunt and a Newport

It’s 5:39 in the A.M.

The coffee is almost ready

It’s sneaking up my nose

Soon I’ll walk into the kitchen

Barefoot, black jeans and Mister Rogers

Sweater to pour myself

A cup. The morning has arrived

as the sound of distant traffic invades my space.

No music on the radio now, no  playlist

Turning out the soundtrack to my life

Now, there is only myself, the rest

Of the quart of of bluebell rainbow sherbet

And the mystery of a bent spoon.