marooned in writer’s den
with empty thoughts
and a pen.
raindrops pitter pattin’
morse cues from heaven.

nina simone blowin’
baltimore blues
through my soul.

soon similes start a flowin’
like tropical waves over
montego bay,
infusing my muse
with sunshine lyrics
on a rainy day.

cryptic blocks dissipate
as the water breaks,
and a new song
is born.

ayo!

~ P