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Why aren't you in bed?

Poet
Why are you not in bed?

Drifting your way
To the land of visions and dreams

Swimming, surfing, sailing
On the salty sweats of love and passion

Spitting, crying, writing
Your folly in black ink on white sheets

Poet
If you are not in bed
Where in the world are you?

I am not in bed asleep as I've caught the first train to brooklyn
To work in sweltering heat
I'd write another line but time is money