sitting in my room

tapping away

typing out words from

cheap Chinese notebooks

paper from behind the bar

don’t matter where

if the muse comes

I’m slinging them down

music soft playing

to catch me sometimes

when she comes in

asking can i

get you anything?

just as I got caught

by a country song

reminding how things

once were for us

soft sentiments

easy melodies

ghost of a tear

corner of my eye

can i? she’s asking

I duck my head

can only say lovely

where does a man

like me start?