My Muses? Poem by Robert Melliard

Some of my poems
(for what they're worth)
were written with the help of coffee
(that first, early morning mug)
accompanied by biscuits
and a little square
of dark, orgasmic chocolate.

Others were inspired by tea at five
with no one else in the house
(let's face it, even close relatives
can be distracting) .

But I have to confess
that those with most feeling
came with whisky, beer or wine,
drunk on the porch in the sun,
while nibbling nuts
or smoking cigarettes.

I've given up whisky and nicotine
(not wishing to die young
for a futile cause)
but a drop of wine or beer
still helps me write.

Are such liquids my muses?

Please don't tell my wife -
she might be jealous...