listening
to a radio program
about Miles Davis
and having
to hop out of bed
butt naked
and scramble
for a notepad and pen
to jot down some thoughts
It’s a work night
and it’s after midnight
and I’ll wearily need
to drag my ass
out of bed early
and yet I know
it’s the right thing to do
to switch on the light
and rabidly complete a poem
about hopping out
of bed
to Miles music
shortly after midnight
just to write a poem
No, You Had On Houseshoes
Apparently feet are erotic, so the imagery is preserved. Very cool poem. Miles is smiling. :D
I don't wear my slippers to
I don't wear my slippers to bed. I usually forget to wear them walking around the apartment too