I’m up with the lark,
though he didn’t show today,
but I’m feeling good.
I did some study,
I did some music writing,
and I did a lot.
A mug of coffee,
is there beside me waiting,
like a faithful pet.
Time is so funny,
without it, it’s bad, with it,
it’s hard to control.
Cars rumble past me,
unseen and dulled, they gone by,
random but often.
I’m counting the days,
to finish just one thing now,
a song or a book.
