In the Mood

I'm always in a writing mood 

or in a music mood

then I sit down at either keyboard 

and the mood betrays me;

I need viagra for the disfunction of art

or weed, coke or something

to pull the words and music

out of a soul that dried up long ago;

my fingers pause and raise the coffee cup

and salute my last addiction,

except for the daydream of youth

when the words, music and future flowed;

and even I could spin

easily to the basket

and stretch one long thin arm out,

and finger roll it in.