Prov 28:1

Wake up in the hotel black and you know the crowd is staring, fat bulk of lenses in the ceiling light and a dark mass on the side table.  Nice work, you chuckle, you found me.  Reach slow for reading glasses and touch someone else's alarm clock.  I left it behind now eight years but payment comes due, four lines at a time, in the dark, O king, let me tell a story.