rain trickles down a grey windowpane
I stare through the speckled glass
drawing a smiley face in the condensation.
The aroma of smoke and cheap perfume
lingers in last night’s clothes
carelessly strewn in a haphazard trail
that leads to the messy sheets of a bed
I have barely slept in.
Jukebox songs still ring in my ears
along with the ghosts of laughter, chatter
images of people fighting for the bar
images that end abruptly.
I gnaw my fingernails nervously
trying to recall the journey home
my head swims like a demented fish
the rain applauds.