Sad eyes

gladdened in a tavern

of rock and roll

and laughing co-eds

after hours in a library

of Sartre and Nietzsche

and gods and wars,

I stagger home drunk

at two a.m.,

only a few bucks

left in my pocket,

no girlfriend,

my home, a cot

in a friend’s basement,

all worries gone

for now

in the sparkle

of street lights

on the newly fallen snow