July,12: 20 A.M. Poem by Randy Briggs

Here I am again,
Staring out of my window
At a half lit moon
Smoking a cigarette,
Listening to Jim Morrison,
Reading Ginsberg and
Eliot-
Trying to find inspiration.

It's a little past midnight
My guitar is staring at
Me, begging for my hands
To make it come to life...
It's too late to jam.
Not to late to write though.

A shooting star just
Made it's way through
The dark sky,
I didn't make a wish,
There's nothing to wish for.
Hope,
But that's all I can do.
I just felt the universe
Vibrate-
Someone, somewhere, has
Just died.