What Is On?

Ah yes, I have this other place I live
Past the courtrooms and domestic disputes.
Don't you? Admit you do too. Don't you give
Blank smiles and dead eyed after work salutes?

My place comes alive late at night with scotch
And jazz C.D.s and books that others write.
A mind's life alive in an empty box.
I light fires and stay up to late at night.

Shakespeare got me through law school, that I know.
He told me sweet stories on weekend nights.
Here, these friends, who I don't know, come and go.
Shouldn't it die when I turn "off" the lights?

No, there are no boundaries of dusk or dawn
For we live in, and off of, what is "on"..