Insomnia

He sits on his bed just rocking,
mp sleep at number 32 tonight, a place you might dare to call
home.
Nothing but a tie-dyed cotton shirt on his back and his old navy
yankies hat he got at a game back in '74.
His torn denim jeans rocking with his body.
He barely crawls to the fridge, stumbling over the coffe table. He
slowly tries to talk himself to seep but yet again it doesn't
work..........it never does.