Waiting for sunrise
and an ice truck to arrive
with frozen answers
everyone else crashed out
but the muse is calling
and I’d really love
to catch the sunrise
almost nodding off
dropping notebook
with too much unfinished business
girl near by squatting to pee
fully cognizant of my presence
as it it’s my business
but at least I’m worthy
of getting mooned
written in the wee hours during a music festival in Bridgeport, CT circa 2011