A drag on my pipe, a puff of smoke later,
I smile right back as I tip my hat.
“Another Sweet Josie,” I tell the waiter.
I scribble, setting slip’ry thoughts solid.
Like ocean waves inside I ride my buzz.
Writing a record of all that I did,
All that I thought and felt the world was.
In Luna’s light I write in deep delight.
The noisy pub, the greasy grub, only add
To the wellspring of words that fit just right.
A night all to myself thoroughly had.
© Andrew J. Goggans 2012