Sarah Rooney Designs

Six red booths and a sky that isn’t orange anymore
Nothing lasts but just about everything lingers

I’m not a night owl
I don’t get the worm either

I’m just preening in the restroom mirror
making sure I still exist

Six red booths and a sky that isn’t orange anymore
Oily fingerprints dapple vinyl seats

My teeth are chattering
clacking

With a rhythm as unique as my heart’s beat
As manic as a coked out woodpecker at the typewriter

He’s got a midnight deadline