Lonely Suit

Last train home,

A late night suit

Tries to sleep.

Slumber’s brief

And he’s awoken

By a phone that’s

Not his own.

Drunken hens and

Football fans disturb

His Zen.

 

Listening to chants and

Old school karaoke,

From days of freedom.

Now numbers, figures

And emails only meet him.

Anger is jealous in disguise.

When was the last time

He’d gone out with the guys?

Picking up his prized iPhone,

He checks to see,

Another day,

Tomorrow’s hectic,

I just need some sleep.