The Insomniac

The insomniac sits sleepless
I see him late at night
as I zip by his window
perched on my ten speed bike

I'm heading home from work
while he's already home
all but lost in infomercials
and re-run doctor shows

But for that single moment
peering through his window pane
the tv is the only light
faint flickering on his face

Cut deep into his wrinkles
glisten in his puffy eyes
as I zip by his window
and disappear into the night