The Morning After

The morning after hitting the wall
the bruises tell it all
but look how resilient she is
she picks up her pen like she always has
her brushes her guitar
sings a few notes
brushes herself off
sits down to her life
like nothing ever happened here
Where did all that emotion come from
the breath goes in and out
the birds sing
the words come
the imagination flares
rears it's beastly head unbidden
Who asked you?
Who asked for this?
Just fill out the application
Experience? None
Ambitions? None
Qualifications?
That's a hard one
A beating heart
with no rhythm
Eyes that don't see
Can she do it?
Wash a dish
make a drink
take your order
not think
sign in
Punch out
be on time
never rhyme
Hired.