slumbering inches <br />away from the <br />neonlit tonic offering <br />little repose <br />with this jazz interpreting <br />blackbirds long gone <br />stretching the night <br />till the sun raises its <br />sober wake-up-call face <br />conducting <br />the trumpeting traffic <br />ah, that music <br />all too familiar <br />calling me to the exit <br />and then to my room <br />where silence hums <br />mother's lullabies <br />yet words fail to record <br />last night’s reverberations <br />and again later tonight <br />goodnight <br />zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz <br />................<br /><br />Paul Storm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writers-block-18/
