"Worthy" Intentions? Again!

Cool of the Mid-night Shade

 

Again? Yes! I should have been home three long hours ago

But, something might have happened and I could miss a show

 

 

Early ’morrow’s slated work-day begins too soon at seven

Decided to go home early; thought, “Maybe around eleven?”

 

Still carousing with bum-friends down at the burger bar

When mid-night stroke arrived with radio blaring “Tel-star”

 

 

Another “Worthy” intention squandered; same old transgression

Will probably never learn; my oft repeated faux contrite confession

 

“Ollie” locked up to close the hang-out joint, said we could stay ’til dawn

Headed home afore she locked the door leaving him to sleep upon the lawn

 

 

By one’s and two’s they drifted off like morning river-fog worn out

’Til only me and Harry were left; he lamented girlfriend-fight in pout

 

 

Polite like a friend, I listened quiet, hoping soon he too would leave

Broken-hearted, nearly in tears; I comforted poor Harry-the-bereaved

 

 

Said he had to go drive past her house one sad, final time

By two, I knew, they’d reconcile; his life once more sublime

 

 

Headlights searched the darkness past “Ollie’s Burger Bar” that night

Diehard me? I sat alone enjoying the mid-night shade of a cooling site

 

 

Comfort of the absent abyss allows clear contentment contemplate

Test teenage-time spent thus far; each day a fresh-cleaned slate

 

 

A cool wind slightly stirred in the land of mid-night shade

Still, no concrete plans emerged in fun-life’s game I played

 

 

Roused myself, did I, shuffled to the old red convertible chariot

Maybe I should find a girl? A Love! Simply choose to: “Harry it!”

 

 

Red streak radio screaming through mid-night shade down a dark highway

Give consideration to decision made; Oh! Well! Tomorrow is another day

 

 

Finally, Home! At last! To sleep! Then try, another new beginning

Trudging up the walk—uh, oh…Damn! I hear the early birds…singing!?