Written on the road as I clearly struggled for inspiration.

 

I have been traveling a lot lately

To ancient Roman baths, birthplaces of poets and colleges that look more like monuments

Hiking up the Scottish highlands

And enviously admiring the crown jewels

Rushing through towns, lanes, bylanes

The typical tourist

Fascinated by everything

But afraid that I’ll miss my bus

to the next destination on my checklist

And in this mad rush

Through new sights and sounds and smells

The only thing I crave is

A hot cup of Starbucks

Skim latte, 12oz, no sugar

A basic desire

Overlooked in the heat of the moment

 

Yet remembered remorsefully after

As I struggle to write coherent verse