DAY POP

a dark roast blurs the dawn grog
into acceptable articulation

and 
the specialist nurse with the slow voice
hides from the cold wind in smokers corner
under the overhang with home-made cucpcakes
segmented in a professional brown box

she shares - mine has a crisp green icing leaf like xmas

a sweet sugar rush lines the tasks up before
the DAMNED FOREVER of 10.15
slumps
into
a
treated carbo-void
that makes my eyes work
and un-fractures the bad night off my mind

its 
caffeine hysteria and fast jokes about two-man-handling
and
the Carry On films they never made
till
the nebulous black watch of 1.30 and 2.30 
when i work ceaseless to kill time and turn the clock
hungry for home and the sofa and cigarettes
but
wary
of
the
cold quiet outside
and
the
effort to get there