pedestrian

and it's been 10 hours drinking whiskey, 
a new day creeps over my hair
blurred and heavy eyes
and I can't get my mind off
and I can't get my mind off
sold of high speed promises or
the trash strew windy alley ways
that captured the lens focus, retina reversed
it all sounds the same with the pre dawn time 
hour minus one.
hours minus one.
always leads you up to the weekends
leave friday evening
return sunday morning.
and nothing to account for
other
then a new wrinkle across my face.