Sleepless in Nairobi, poem

Sleepless in Nairobi Sleepless in Nairobi Again Can’t really blame the ancestors Or the food Or the drink Or the lack of sex. Sleepless in Nairobi And I’m thinking of you Those tender moments Hearts on the train Love on a bike/ Prayer in a ruined abbey. Sleepless in Nairobi And the TV is dull So are my books And my texts home. Sleepless in Nairobi I’ve been here before And I want to come home But there’s no plane tomorrow And my work is not done. Sleepless in Nairobi And the pen falls from my hand And I collapse on the bed And meet my oblivion.