Moleskine: Day 1

It hums in my pocket
pulsing creative energy
beckoning me to
slow down, stop, drink coffee
and make an impression

The six-language introduction
flatters me
I’m now a member
of the creative class
jotting deep thoughts
as I meander through pensive days

It pulls my new (miniature) pen
across the soft pages
which swing on a stitched binding
and lie flat as I write

It’s even got a pocket in back
to hold cards and notes
from my hip friends
and receipts
which are my old method
of capturing my muse
a random pen
scratched over the writing on the back
and tucked into the book du jour
squinting to read it later

I think I’ll collect receipts in that pocket
in case this thing doesn’t work out.