At Night in Ohio

Ten o’clock at night,
tired and tea-less,
ironing a shirt
in Cleveland, Ohio.

Some moments come asking
is that all there is?
But this dark seventh floor
isn’t one of those.

Never ask yourself
about some true purpose
when feeling low down,
having traveled all day.

Fold up the cuffs
and then the grey board,
drink water, be grateful
and promise to sleep.

Come the morning,
and knotting your suit,
you will be better at life
than you care to believe now.

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