Composure

Dof and messy:
The Muses always seemed to find me
In inconvenient moments
Inopportune timing totally,
With their opulent offerings.

And eventually I see
It’s not trouble they cause
It’s just into forests they want to take me 

When they leave me
With all these reams of editing
This Beauty that needs to be shared,
And that’s why we made jazz and blues 
For loosening up and dancing

Enter, soul people
Greet in original language
And proceed in King’s English

As we reel off the evening menu
And do our best to remain composed
Polite, Civilised, Controlled
As we take the first
Sip