It's cloudy and starless and damp outside.
I wish I had someone to talk to, but waking people up for company is rude.
Plus a phone call late at night always makes you think someone has died
or been in a dreadful accident...
Although sometimes it turns out they're only drunk and want to share that state with you
Over the telephone
Like some weird beery osmosis.
There's your cue:
Raise that imaginary glass you've conjured up...
Down the hatch and goodnight all.