Wakefulness flits, flirts, flutters,
two heavy eyes become one
panning a known landscape
that morphs to the unfamiliar.
I follow the road to Bizarre Town,
hand my keys to a valet
wearing a lavender zoot suit,
the marque in the mist  advertises "Croonerlinkiss",
two dudes ******* in the alley!
"What kind of sheet is this?", I chortle.
Letterman's on the roof dropping 2 tons
Of Rumple Sealskin sachet.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
say hello to Paul Scheffer and the Late Show Band."
Followed by a loud commercial,
Mattress King slept all night
dreaming up ways to make the holidays jolly 'n bright.
Says the King, "Come in and buy a mattress set from me
before January 1st and I'll pay your slave tax! Why, because
I'm the King."