Sunday Muse Poem -- Sleepy Writer

 [late singer/songwriter Laura Nyro (1960's plus)] 

     [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Nyro ] 

 The Late Night Writer 

She writes at night, generally late 

Kids are in bed it's after eight 

Most times it's way later than that 

Hubby and she, in bed may spat 

Then when all is settled and calm 

She peeks at what she's jotted down 

May make sense, often foolishness 

Ideas may come, she's still dressed 

Have a smoke while yet in her head 

Compile her thoughts sits on the bed 

Close her eyes to think, she will nod 

Hot fingers are her wakeup prod 

Quickly she dresses for the bed 

With the pillow temping her head 

Eyes quickly close, bed's her night's home

Finish tomorrow, a song or a poem 

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Note:  This poem is not about Laura Nyro, rather is about a hypothetical writer much of the like I am.  Many of my writings are done with me sitting on the edge of the bed, often way after midnight.  I'm generally already having my P.J's on.   

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 - I am linked with Fireblossom for the Picture inspirational prompt, the Sunday Muse  # 139,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-139.html?m=1