I wonder if they know that they annoy
this poet as he tries to write his songs
He knows they’re only little songs of joy
But joy knows where each word of his belongs
The poet and his words might be annoyed
by people in the coffee shop who laugh
a bit too loud for poets to avoid
But seeds of sound sometimes appear as chaff
Was Hamlet interrupted by some fool?
Did Shakespeare make Polonius from that?
Are interruptions just a simple tool
good poets use, like sailors chew the fat?
I’ll try to turn annoyance into art
For that appears to be the poet’s part!