Writing the Wave

These keys beckon this morning
to keep me from the madness in my cranium
that attacked upon me awakening
to a phone call from an old pal
who’s still out running the streets

I didn’t have time to get myself right
before I thought about getting myself right
The wheels began to turn in my mind
and I thought about calling him back
after missing his call

I debated for an hour or so
whether or not to throw in the towel
I caved and called
but he was already gone
out west, as they say

I thought about the consequences
to fulfilling my desire
and considered making the call to others
Instead, I sat down and
hammered on these keys.