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.