Muse
Waiting on my muse,
Kicking up bedsheets on the first dull day of spring
Waiting on my muse,
After the last one tried to tamp my spirit
Waiting on my muse,
After another lonely night, in another lonely room, getting the word down
Waiting on my muse,
Feeling my coffee high letting go
Waiting on my muse,
With the anxiety of Monday waiting in the darkness
Waiting on my muse,
Still waiting, ready to capture her beauty with words so gorgeous, they make her feel faint
Waiting on my muse,
I know I’d be ravaged on either coast, and maybe in the south, but instead
I’m here
Where are you?
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