poetry of Capt Jack

[Capt Jack]

good morning, my ass!

the radio blares into my half awake brain
it cares not for dreaming and feels not my pain
the sun is still sleeping, so why then can't I?
its yet to come out and chase night from the sky

your duty is calling, they want you there NOW!
my head is still throbbing like a nail in my brow
drag myself out and kick myself up
stumble to shower, pour a hot cup

scubbed and scraped hairless, deodorant too
"why do I bother? like they'll ever smell you?"
out to my car, cup still in my hand
and start out across this dark, desolate land

arrive at my station still bleary and bleak
sit down in my chair and struggle to speak
“what is it you want? What is it you need?
You’d better talk fast lest I leave you to bleed!”

“we just needed your key, no reason to fret.
We were just wondering why you weren’t here yet”
I hand them my key and slump back in my chair
Trying to stay calm and breathe in the cool air.

The sun is now cresting up over the hill
The pain in my head is beginning to still
So this was my morning. Good morning to you.
Hope your morning was better, hope mine is soon too.

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