A black Americano
Of the Insomnia blend
On the way to the dentist
To see a dear old friend
Who wrote poems climbing bridges
And poems climbing trees
Now she is a mother
Who lives her life on the breeze
Or so it seems from a distance
To be distant can be a relief
Also to see my daughter
For whom work is her daily thief
The career is what careers you
Takes time when time is all you have
Working to someone others programme
Oh to be at home, soaking in the bath
