muses

I've been hit by muse- Actually...a whole bloody team of muses. And no, not the Greek ones. My muses wear a uniform -a proud uniform- One stained with years of sweat and tears, But no, they aren't military. My muses wear orange and blue, With white while at home, And grey while away. My muses work hard. They have to- they are turning around From a bad past five or more years To a winning season. My muses are a team. My muses are led by legends- Not Hurculean or Diety- My muses are lead by those who have been there Done that And have the scars to prove it. My muses are hard hitters Fast pitchers Quick runners And line-drivers. My muses are not your ordinary muses- My muses play ball. Baseball. In the city where baseball on the corner was invented- Detroit, Rock City- Detroit, Motor City- Detroit, Tiger Country. My muses play baseball- From nineteen eighty five To two thousand three My muses fell- But today- Oh wonderful day- My muses took flight And took back their turf- -and intend to keep it that way.