Amother Saturday Night, Alone

Sitting here in my room listening to Ella Fitzgerald (on what would have been her 98th birthday) Not so bad to be alone Health worries trouble me but I have a pen and paper (thank God) Continuing to persist with my literary efforts I am haunted by the shadows of past masters of verse I have plenty of them on tape Do you not feel the same way fellow poets? We have chosen the path of the poet's art Of course your poems may fetch a lot of loot after you are gone Not much of a comforting thought Our city is known for eating people alive But by applying yourself to your art You will achieve what you want to WHAT YOU MUST ACHIEVE DAMN THE NAY - SAYERS LET THE POEMS COME FORTH!