I was by myself in a Starbucks(waiting for a date that didn't show up)and my mind wandered to coffee shops and how they might be one of the top 5 culprits for insomnia. So I wondered, how tired is tired? The first thought I had was being too tired to drink warm milk and too tired to count sheep. The rest came to me over an hour or more. That's yet another poem made in a coffee shop for me. Just think, if she showed up this poem would've never been thought of. Funny how life and art works :o)