The room is dark

9/20/07

The room is dark,
the shades shut,
My pupils widen.

I feel around the wall until my fingers
glide over a smooth, wooden surface.
Reaching into my jeans pocket,
I pull out a worn pick.
I fiddle around for a while and
then I strum my guitar with
purpose, with determination.

I will write a song, I tell myself,
it’s going to happen.

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