...depressed worker of the night.
Sullenly, overcome by the oncoming dawn.
Prepared for any eventuality as the darkness fades.
Red light prevents your progress, nothing comes from either direction
If only you could press the green button,
and get the city moving.
As mothers rise for the fourth occasion,
with demanding babe.
Broken sleep, doesn’t count as a sleepless night.
The night workers claim to fame.
Myriads of cheap slumber proof granules,
wrapped up in plastic cups,
prevents the inevitable.
Your dawn is near.
Repent the darkness.
As `the` mothers, through drizzle soaked windows,
watch the frost form contemplating the forthcoming light.
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