Businessman 35
by gringorem
wait up for Friday
it buys you a drink
it reminds you
where you are
crumpled notes
lift from wallet creases
into your hand
your fun is empty [give up today
wash out tomorrow]
see a pretty face
watch it smile / frown
young bucks on the dance floor
you old stag
your suit
parts the crowd
against loud
music hurts your head
it reminds you
where you are
years have slid
by without you knowing
like beads of sweat
on your receding hair line
