last night's party

For J at the party last night, we talked and talked and talked, and went our separate ways ....

It's 4:44
on a Wednesday morning
another chance
another warning,
Another day
to rise and shine
you with yours
me with mine,

Our virtues intact
reputations sterling
not under some
fan whirling,
From the ceiling
of some motel
the kind where no
one will tell,

What we did
what transpired
which of our jets
fired,
But fantasy
no end of it
no doubt that things
will someday fit ...