Writing Poetry is Lonely
I'm riding the train into town,
Enjoying the suburban scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it rides beside me:
Something about the riders
As they all crowd the train,
Rushing, sitting, reading.
I'd like to share with the man on the next seat.
But no! he doesn't want to hear from me.
I'm walking west on Main Street,
Enjoying the sidewalk scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it walks beside me:
Something about the coffee-breakers
As they sit in the donut shop
Drinking, reading, talking.
I'd like to share with the smoker on the sidewalk
But no! she flicks her butt and walks away.
I'm relaxing in a bar,
Enjoying the social scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it watches the people with me.
Something about the folks
As they come into the bar
In one's and three's, and leave in two's.
I'd like to share with this guy at the bar
But no! he's not here to "just chat".
My journal listens.
It's good at that.
But it doesn't answer.
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