I drink my green tea by day and red wine
Or beer by night, but in moderation
And if I avoid alcohol I find
The evenings bring me more inspiration
Today however I’m writing this down
At work, because it’s Friday, and then I
Can relax with a drink later, the sound
Of music replacing typing, the cry
Of guitar strings and not the anguished sigh
As I look at my inbox, write a line
Of poetry, then feel the frustration
As writer’s block hits and the clock ticks by
My tea’s all gone, the chocolate tasted fine
And I’ll walk home, now that this poem’s done