Around Midnight

Maybe this is haunting hour
But it always seems
Around midnight
When I wonder
How come you won’t love me.
How come I can’t love you.
Maybe the jazz riffs bring pleasure to mind
Maybe because I’m alone one more time
But you come creeping
Close like a shadow
Slow like my buzz
Mystical like a bass solo,
But here you are
Ever so oblique like a Coltrane tune
And now that you’re here,
What?
Unlike jazz,
Where there is appreciation in chaos,
I cannot appreciate pain.