I have missed the last train

A mean concrete ending

To my dreadful day

I will probably hang out

In an all night cafe

Until the trains wake me up

There are others like me

Lost in their own lives

Exploring the nothingness

Of their existence

Fellow hawks of the night

I have been told to avoid the rats

There are many who will exploit you

I lost my well paid job today

This means nothing to me

A cup of steaming coffee

Is the centre of my world

That is the simplicity

Of these silent hours