Paid

The freeway sign looks like a prison at night
Standing out here soaking up the rain as I piss
I realize
The poet must be paid
Not in words
Not in this unrelentless rain
Not in this fat cat in my bed
Not in my brunch this afternoon
Not in the hash in my smoke
The vodka in my OJ
The keys on my typing board

The poet is paid now
Scream poet for you are paid
You have
One more line
Down here!
Come dig deeeper
Dig further
Further deeper