now at the railroad station
not even waiting for a train
(train arrives soon actually,
it's like I'm there making sure it comes)
just need a different place to sit
and think, maybe
it's been awhile since I could write
your record opened the flood gates
it's pouring out in ink
and I'm digging around in my bag
trying to find a piece of paper somewhere
bus schedules
(three different routes)
a pamphlet from the library
anything will do
I'll write on myself if I have to
and fill my arms up with words
I don't mind
as long as the words come out
as long as I'm so inspired
(These words always come to me when I'm not home.)