Dang, the words are not coming Nothing in there but dark dark emptiness Where is the switch? Let there be light! I’m here at my Genesis Maybe I need some coffee or some wine First coffee to take me into the night Then some wine, as a reward after I’ve done some good lines Staring down at the blank page while my mind slipped away I do have some good ideas that are good and okay But my fingers are just hobbling, reluctantly over the alphabet And my heart is beating out of sync and regrets All I need are a few simple words Strung together, hoping they will work Growing into an American best-seller. Zelda said I should let it go Go for a walk, Go for a smoke, Get a drink, Watch a movie, Listen to a song, To get myself some of that juicy inspiration To break my imagination dam And outpour my creative infamy Drowning all the naysayers and the critics …If only it were that easy. God, I wish this were easy I mean, how hard can it be? I’ve done it before, So I should be able to do it some more I’ve done it before, So I should be able to retrace my steps home I must have left some clues Come on, think! Try to remember where is the door. Now it’s dark outside And I’m still wondering what to write It’s been 6 months and I’ve done 5 pages Maybe this is a mistake I need to get a job with good wages Oh, but what do I say to Max? When we meet next week, and he asks “How’s your new book coming?”
