"See you Space Cowboy"

"See you Space Cowboy"
reads the end of my
favorite television show
accompanied by
a half-filled shot of
Jack, nearby an emptied
bottle of coke that had
chased a shot too many.
I taste the summer heat
and by throat burns as
I down the remains.
"See you Space Cowboy"
I think, and smile.
My head pounds a viscous
beat, dizzied,
motions slowed. I try
a tired walk from desk
to bed. I stare at the
ceiling for but a moment
before my eyes close.
Imprinted in the tasteless
colors of the wallpaper
the white words
"See you Space Cowboy".