Black Coffee and Brownies at a Writer’s Retreat

Sometimes it takes a day, 
sometimes longer, 
sometimes it never happens at all,

if I’m not in the mood  

to write as though 
a muse just brought me 
black coffee, and a brownie.  

I like black coffee.  I like brownies.  

And I like a muse who 
brings them to me, as if all they ever 
wanted from me were my words.