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.