Next Time

Will there be a next time

When all has gone wrong

What makes me thing

There is another chance

Maybe what we have

Is what we must make

Work

So give unto the day

All you have

To make it the day

You dream of

The Train

Wild train

Running over the tracks

Blasting the horn

Into the past

As the ground rumbles

One little bit

I see the train

Running in

A

Fit

Onto the next town and station

That’s the way it’s

Making

Building Blocks

Building blocks

Or blocks to building

Is the perspective

From the ground

Of a feeling

Not a reality

Of what is coming

When the worlds

Falls to itself

In a basket

On the ground

Chicago Coffee

It’s been a long while

Waiting in lines for a cup

Passing through the city

On a grey day

The bustle moves through

As the city churns on

But the memories it brings back

I’ve been missing all along

To take in the moment

And don’t let it go

Chicago is the city

I saw first as a child

From Michigan City

Now I hold the memories

And what they

Mean to me