My ramblings....

Americano

Under the impression that I had none to wait on
Nor be studied upon
I sat back in a chair, caramel wood stain, shocked golden by the sun
Between points of rampant inspiration
Evidant by incomprehensive pen markings not withheld by the lines
And creative study
I stare at the people, in and out
Their small movements and manner of speaking
If they catch me, I make as though dreaming
Catching my muse from specks in the air
Finding illumination in the ceiling lights
Or, if I am bold, I continue to stare
Gaining one small thrill, and the true revelation of what it is I must write

posted by Unknown @ 11:25 AM