Shadow Muse

I retreat in crowded company
I shake my head “no”
With no question posed to me
I sit alone in the corner
Pulling my hair into wild positions
Watching the scene of myself in shadow
On the wall
Where my muse dwells
I pull the smoke deep into my lungs
And take in the music
I sip the vodka deep into my veins
And take in the muse
I appear lunatic to some patrons
Very few can see
Caressing my hair and face with the left
While words flow through the right
And the shadow muse watches
From the wall
Watches me write.