Last Train to Lexington

Wake up.
Eyes Flutter.
Slap alarm.
Brush teeth.
Play Music.
Louder.
Add bass.
Bass.
Walk outside.
Wear Sunglasses.
Too hot.
Wish it wasn't
Too cold.
Wish it wasn't.
Step in. Close door. Key to ignition.
Play Music.
Louder.
Bass. Bass.
It's raining. Windsheild wipers. On/ off.
Step out. Climb stairs. Step in.
Hello. Volley back. Not friendly. Fake smiles. Fake tans. Fake views. Fake lives. Fake dreams.
They talk. You listen. Pretend to listen. Can't stand it.
Play the music in your head while they talk.
Bass.
Stand up. Shake hands. Smile, fake smiles. Walk out.
Down the hall. Camera on you. Long shot, first. Then a close-up. Just your face. Maybe your eye. Inside the soul. Something deeper, maybe. Let them think that. Camera fades out. Like a huanting dream.
Music plays.
Meet people. Fake people. Eat, breath, talk, listen, think, remember, dream and wish. Check her out as she passes. Check him out as he passes.
Think of the beach. Summer nights on the beach. Think of her. Or him. Think. Maybe remember. Remember. Like a haunting dream. Fade out.
Walk out. Step in. Close the door. Play the music. Windows down. Wind blowing wonderfully through your hair. Summer night. Stars above. Quaint. Let down your guard. Feel good. Fall. Drive 65 on a 55. Speed. Breath. Turn up the music. Feel. The stars above glitter. The moon shines. Nothing is fake. Not here. Stop the car and get out and order another drink just to order another drink. Another day lost somewhere in the empty glass.
Stumble home. Lock door. Lock windows. Set Alarm. Lights off. Eyes closed. Sometime around morning fall asleep.
Fade out.