You'll find them at the diner.
Easiest location.
24/7
Bloodshot eyes, reasons may vary.
Maybe today's dancing-,drinking-, essay-writing-, night.
They're more alive than you'll ever be.
Their days never end, just blend in to nights.
Hours held under the sunlight don't suffice, ever.
Drunk friends take care of dunk friends. "It's what we do."
Waiter scraping his mind to the bone of these witching hours.
Ex-navy brat works a paper trying to understand the numbers.
They know no night nor day.
They only understand hours.
Creature's of the night, inhabitants of the Earth and lovers, dreamers of each day.
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