Late...

I freely admit my writing sometimes isn't up to much - I got in tonight and found myself sitting on my laptop and kind of sketched this out in about 20 minutes over a whiskey. Not sure it quite has the flow or meaning I first wanted but once written I thought I'd post it...

Ain't it late don't you know?
Started some hours ago
The bar's nearly run dry
Stains weave new patterns on the lino

Ain't it late don't you know?
Tired somnolence drags eyelids down
Gathering in fits and starts
Memories of the night a heavy crown

Ain't it late don't you know?
That feeling of urgent unease
The seemingly earnest gentle smile
Picturing a life on different seas

Ain't it late don't you know?
Forgotten memories, forgotten souls
Flashes and blurs come together
Long abandoned goals

Is it late?
Just six minutes to midnight.