Muse Morning Commute

The muse is a terror and a tease.
It makes me take up pen,
forsake my ease,
and face my demons
and my dreams.

It knows no boundaries, this muse of mine,
cares not for schedules,
not even dinner time,
but pulls me from within:
relentless living stream.

I pull my car to the side of the road,
take up pen,
don’t even put my glasses on
but listen listen listen
within.


gg murray 8/30/99