Evening Poem:

why do you drink coffee at night, doesn’t it keep you up?

because, while I’m at work

I think about all the amazing things

I will do

once I get home

but once I’m home

after the traffic

prepare, eat and clean up dinner

flip through the mail

pay the bills

care for my love

and all the little this’s and that’s

that drain our hours

I’m too tired to do anything else

so I make a pot

I stay up late and

don’t get much sleep

because if I don’t

push it

if I don’t give it all I have


then sooner

than I think,



have all of me


From the book, ‘Let The Poet’s Come & Stop Me available on davidmcwane.com & interpunk.com

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