Tenor Fervor

Eventually I have
To get there, away from noise and the conversations transactions
And everything associated
Poems fly to me but I can’t write
Them down I have to work
I always have to work and now
Look at me with my New York Times
And my croissant and the mocha
Pretending I’m in New York like
The others
A new wish list started and I’m flustered
In composition
Should have ordered tea
Some eastern mint tea
Or something to break mold