Sky half illuminated

by Harijan

I woke up early in the morning
For want of fresh air and smoke.
A drunken man passed by.
I said, “good morning.”

He stopped briefly,
Thought for a cool second
And replied, “good night”
Then walked on his way.

One ounce wiser,
I went back to my room,
Prayed for a breakfast,
dreamt I was a street lamp.