I drink my green tea by day and red wine

Or beer by night, but in moderation

And if I avoid alcohol I find

The evenings bring me more inspiration

Today however I’m writing this down

At work, because it’s Friday, and then I

Can relax with a drink later, the sound

Of music replacing typing, the cry

Of guitar strings and not the anguished sigh

As I look at my inbox, write a line

Of poetry, then feel the frustration

As writer’s block hits and the clock ticks by

My tea’s all gone, the chocolate tasted fine

And I’ll walk home, now that this poem’s done