And Nina Sang

Writer’s Block

With a snort

I awoke from a chilly doze

Rubbed my weary eyes

An aching yawn erupted

Christ it’s 2 am

Nothing to show but 

This limp little thing

Lying half clothed

On the yellow tablet

A gimp of a poem

One arm missing

One leg too short

Sudden like

She sat erect said

Oooh, I like Billy Holiday

Let’s dance

NO…let’s not

She insisted took me

In her one arm

Danced me round 

Round again the room

Limping 

Past the old Sears and Roebuck radio

I admit she was light on her feet

Probably my fault

She was missing a lot

Of words I lost 

In the Scotch

She stopped 

Saw the jar on the old desk

Gimme a dollar

Shoved it through the lid

I’m dead on my feet girl

Going to bed

Kissed her on the cheek

I flipped off the lights

Left her standing swaying staying 

Wrapped by her one arm

In the dark

Nina Simone sang on

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Thanks for sharing this wise and witty poem on experiencing writer's block..

So many great lines here.....doused in whisky and lack of sleep...

Love the concept of Nina Simone keeping you awake at night whilst also encouraging the poetic flow...

BB73

[Michael Sun Bear]

I am pleased you enjoyed it.