Some days
The hardest part
Is just showing up
Rolling out of bed
And starting
Forging ahead
When the eyes want to fall back
To sleep
The body asks for rests
Preparations must be made
Instead
Of laying
In bed
Stages
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Monthly Archives: January 2018
A Manhattan Sunset
Between the high rises
Of galleries
And businesses
The crack of a sunset
Sneaks through
Reflecting off the glass
And lighting up the last minutes of sunshine
Before off for the night
The Skyline bustles
With wind
Off the Hudson
As the sun sets
Over Manhattan
Tired and No Eraser
No eraser needed
No backspace allowed
Forward progression
Is all that will be permitted
No accident acquited
While in the chair I sit
Working words into phrases
Of decent proposal
Halfway hope
Left over
Emulation
Hold on to the recreation
Of hopes of being someone else
Be a first please
Not a second
Emulation
Lacking creation
Don’t emulate
Innovate
Round the Corner
The simple smell
Can trigger so many memories
Roasting coffee
In Williamsburg
Takes me to years
On the road
So fresh and clean
Yet Smokey and full
The roast roars our into the air
Aggressive
And bringing back
Memories of good times
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Back and Forth
Leaving the city
Back and forth
Working for our dream
Letting go of what is in between
The city grew us up
In much-needed ways
Now we feel that
We must get away
Steep rent and subtle
Increase in food
All that is need for it
To come undone
What if we held on
But held back
From our dreams
Giving up for the city things
The One Spot
The one spot
A table in reservation
Not one close to the door
Where the wind blows
One on the other side
Where it’s warm all day
That’s the spot coveted
In New York City
Away from the door
On a cold winters day
Walk into the cafe
And hope
For a nice spot
Be Clear
Be clear without hesitation
Wait for nothing
Understated
How to move
In these times
Requires
Not aversions
But straight lines
Goodnight City
Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
A Cup of Songwriting 