Whenever My Muse Calls

Whenever my muse calls The words will always speak. My pen will always flow No matter where I am. A pad I always keep. I write parked in my car, Or in the grocery store. No matter where I am My pen calls out my name. I write until my brain is sore. Sometimes a word or two, Or a completed verse. Ideas flow puzzle-like For me to fit the pieces. Could this be a curse or not? Maddening at sometimes, The creativity side of me. Mumbling to myself. People will always stare, As I look back glassy-eyed My muse will not be ignored And my pen will always flow.