Last Train At 9:15

Please don’t miss the train.
You’ll miss your classes and end up
On a couch, kissing a girl you really like,
Not ready to wake up to a city
Stretching itself on the earliest buses.
You’ll shuffle into lecture sleeping,
Hear about minerals, and think about her
Smoky taste and fingers. The poems
You wrote that day on windswept hills,
The poems you made on the couch,
Will haunt you. Just catch the train
And things will stay the same – it leaves
At 9:15. Leave late and you’ll find yourself
Sleepy in lecture, sleeping on that couch
Weekend after this.