Inspiration, wait for me - I've smoked about a thousand of your cigarettes, and drunk all our coffee and beer – and yet when I've lain late by you in bed I've thought, sometimes, you were slipping away from me. So it's been: I've watched you grow heavy with old debts and all of the things I haven't bought - but wait and see, patiently, a while longer, weary watcher who frets, who seldom tells her worries but whets whatever there is of a blade in me. My inspiration, stay for me - just help me stay that inattentive place in me which soon forgets; and when I'm finished, when I've shown I've not been wrong at this, then all I've got is yours in return, and gratefully.