Waiting

It's cold and late, but I feel like writing
Have you got a pen and pad? Shame about the lighting...
I'm smoking next to the no smoking sign
And I know I won't run out of a blank line
We've been waiting a while, and it'll be a while more
It's a good thing we've conversation, else it'd be a bore
The people wander with soft tread shoe
The occasional high heel passing through
The curtains are closed, but no windows here
But if this is a bedroom, we'll have to share.
The quiet whispers, 'a cocktail for you?'
Might have to call the waitress, she's not coming through
A powdered finger, glasses up the nose
Can I have a go on that long blue hose?
A crying babe, maybe it's not a bar...
But where's that waitress? She can't be far
Seems I've got to go get her myself
No harm done I needed to stretch anyway
I wonder how long we'll wait this time
It's ok, I'll let this pen take me away.
I scribble and scrawl blue lines in a row
Listening to you talk but not hearing at all
I love the feel of the ink running awry
You'll notice now I'm not sitting so tall
I hope everyone at home is fast asleep
I know those children well you see
So I can tell that they went out for a peep
Nevertheless, simply put, I digress!
Never as simple as it first seemed
Slowly I slip back into my dreams
If only this pillow made my eyes close
Yet really I shouldn't let myself doze
So I'll continue my scribbling, wobbling, wibblying
Smile at the voices, making me giggly....