Chicken salad at midnight
Conversation to a song
The words keep running in my head
And won't rest till' they're done
Lamplight and a new pencil
Press me to make
Rhymes with some reason
Some meaning
Some make
A Kaleidoscope of covers
And blankets askew
Comfort my chilled body
While my mind is a brew
Chicken salad at midnight
Fuels my need to relate
The stories that need to breathe
No matter how late.
Copyright T.L. Eastman 2007
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