Cursor blinks on paper white
Ideas flicker into light
Let the language gently spin
In this mood, the words begin
Every draft a quiet tide
Jazz beside me as my guide
Draft and drift, I find the phrase
Lost in lines and chorded haze
Sentences like river flow
In this groove, the stories grow
Coffee sips and gentle notes
Lift the prose my mind devotes
Ideas flicker into light
Let the language gently spin
In this mood, the words begin
Every draft a quiet tide
Jazz beside me as my guide
Draft and drift, I find the phrase
Lost in lines and chorded haze
Sentences like river flow
In this groove, the stories grow
Coffee sips and gentle notes
Lift the prose my mind devotes