Insomina…

2.52 am

buzzing florescent
humming distant traffic
pen scratching paper

2.55 am

standing on the edge
startled by your smile
heart breaking again

3.31 am

counting syllables
like a piano player
striking the keyboard

beat poets practice
invisible scales to find
that haiku rhythm

three blind men stumble
as the train lurches forward
they walk down the aisle

3.41 am - I like this one:

inarticulate
poet -  wounded by failed
romance - seeking same