Mused Poetic Trip Poem by Wayne Falconer

Talking in upmarket bar other day.
In that my usual jive poetic way.
Some guy said 'poems I can't stand'.
I shook him firmly by the hand.

Replied prophets never understood anyway.
Yeah not in his own land today.
Although I'm no prophet man, alright.
Just your poet one man band light.

Dylan said 'the one about prophet trip'.
Not been understood nor called hip.
Meanwhile I'll drink coffee and wine.
Meditate aloud with my mind in rhyme.

Thinking about mused poetic trip.
How word journeys are always hip.
Talking with party politics, grief.
Sex, art, music, dream and belief.

Listen walk through crowded room.
Hear that wild blessed Dylan tune.
The poem about alienation's son.
Listen close you know the one.

About flowers, prophet, poet in band.
Whose poems litter the red sand.
Yeah sitting in cafe bar other day.
What more should this boy say.