Midnight Coffee Poem by Matthew Holloway

Another midnight coffee
I refuse to sleep
Unwilling to rest
I need to get something out
There has to be a write way
To do this, however
I keep doing it wrong
Fighting tiredness
Keeping the glare of the screen
In my eyes, music playing
Or poetry recitals
Bukowski, Plath, Keats
Sexton, Neruda, others
All too impossible to name
Caffeine intoxication
It's not inspiring
But ideas and possibilities
Still come through
My fingers to the screen
And I witness it happen
Poetry I'm writing it