Sleeping On Ed's Floor

​This is a poem I wrote in 2009. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine to the tune of Knocking On Heaven’s Door by Guns ‘N’ Roses. It is based on a supposedly true story told by one of my former coworkers.

​Ed meets a lady down at the bar
She says she's too buzzed to drive very far
When Ed leaves, she follows him home
Because she says she can't stand to be all alone

Well, Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor

Ed hears a knock. It comes from the door
There is a man there Ed has not seen before
He says I'll pay you five dollars to sleep here tonight
I brought my own pillow, if that's alright

Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor

Ed meets a man on the bus one afternoon
he tells him not to drink milk, or look at the moon
he fears all birds and the number four
he says all he wants in life is to sleep on Ed's floor

Well, Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor

Ed works hard all night at micky D's
he walks up his steps, and takes out his keys
when he gets to his room, he opens his door
inside is half the city, asleep on his floor

Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor
Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor