Where is my Muse

I missed the bus

Will there be another

Oh, what a fuss

I was hoping, at best

To go for a ride

On that magical tour

With my mind open wide

To find inspiration

And maybe a friend

As Don did with Thalia

Oh, who am I to pretend...

So I wait on the corner

With my pen and my pad

Thinking that, maybe, 

This Muse thing's a fad

There's a bus going uptown

And one going down

Another will take me 

Clear across town

I don't have a schedule

But I'll wait a bit more

It has to come by here

It did so before

Or maybe, just maybe

This bus isn't real

Maybe its just all

Diabolical spiel

To lure victims in

To capture their minds...

What is it really

I'm hoping to find?

I missed the bus

So now I'll go home

With my pen and my pad

To write all alone

 

2019