Sometimes lyrics fall forth like overdue babies in mid-town taxis unexpected, sudden, complete, needing only to be cleaned up and made presentable. Others, breaching and stubborn, require forceps and incubations before presentation to the world. Still others too weak to come forth alone, require surgical extraction and oft even that to disappointment and with great pain to the bearer. But all are miracles. Every word is a prayer, every poem an offering My prayers are not always reverent but a...