Reprise at Noon

After a morning bemoaning my body
while I run my errands on the town,
I slouch into position to begin my work.

iTunes up and a slow jazz song plays
piano keys, some soft horns and a hi-hat
rat-a-tap-tat, ohhh, eeeh, ohhhh.

Okay, I think, okay...

My mind can drift away now,
leave my body and be light as air.
A squiggly line dancing on a blank white page.

And, like that, I reprise at noon.