what is more convenient
than a convenient store
open twenty-four hours
waiting for me as always
to bundle my nerves up
and venture out again
when I get there at last
I'm greeted with silence
with the washed out lights
and tired apathetic cashier
a place where no one cares
and your business is yours
no judging eyes found here
for those sleep deprived tears
I always want to write like twenty poems when it's this late but I'm going to stop and try to sleep again now...
