November 21: Are We There Yet?

A fearsome and delicious spirit, gin,

Which soothes the tongue and warms the weary head,

When mixed with quinine, makes a medicine

Whose thaumaturgy’s well-known and widespread.

At least, that’s what I’m choosing to believe,

Unwinding from tonight’s demanding show,

But from my writing I get no reprieve-

I cannot quit with just a month to go.

Though that remaining month is so congested

That dieties would have to intervene

To make me, midst the gigs, properly rested,

At least until we start twenty-fifteen...