poem at 12:18am because i can't sleep

faces by the door
hanging on the coathooks
depending on which company
that dare knock on the mahogany

coats of all colors
set on the backs of chairs
some pockets filled, some pockets not
a few more well-worn the rest combined

shoes in any size
heels scattered about next to boots
sneakers beside some well-loved slippers
socks peeled and fallen beside some, but not all

people, of all
lying, on the floor, to each other, to God
as they forever remain there, in that basement
as she goes to greet another guest

this time, it looks to be a couple girl scouts
a nice change of pace, maybe
a smile on her not-face,
she doesn't open the door all the way.