Song for the Coffee Shop Window

Oh wise, wide window looking into oblivion,
How long until you grant the holy inspiration?

Long enough for the French bread to fly
From bowl to oven to nose to belly
Long enough for nicotine to eat a lung
In self-righteous instant gratification
Long enough for me to find my muse
Then loose it again in a swirl of bad idea ooze
Long enough for a future ex-girlfriend to walk in
And out of my silk daydream skin
Long enough for the hills to turn gold to green
As a frame on time’s movie screen

At least convince me I have talent
At least convince me I have talent

Oh wise, wide window looking into oblivion,
How long until you grant the holy inspiration?

Long enough for a cup of coffee to go pee
From nervous stalling insecurity
Long enough for my pod to switch up the rhythm
In the sound track of my life’s silent mayhem
Long enough for paint to fade into chips
I eat to poison ideas with under rotated flips
Long enough for a nap to take the dog
Twitching after squirrels in synapse fog
Long enough for a cloud to dance with the sun
Rolling light and shadow on the hills for fun

At least convince me I have talent
At least convince me I have talent