The late nights
Nighters
Start when the sun
Is just about to begin
Is daily rotation
I am one in that nation
Of eyes
Looking at the sky
Just before dawn
The Late Nighters
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Wake Up
Wake up
And I’ll take up
A new type of
Analytical
Process
To the days ahead
The Times
The times have run
Off the course
Of the normal
Bouts of information
Now stationed
At a place
That is unrealistic
And false
Today’s Blue
Today’s blue
Is light and airy
In the sky filled with
Sunshine and light dust
The sky must
Be the honor and hope
Of the day
Ahead
So instead of the
Regular grind
I look to the sky
Today to see
The blue
Layers
It’s never quite that easy
Identity
Ideally
Realization
It’s a complicated thing
We have to understand
That the layers of a person
Are the layers
That we learn about
Hand in hand
Time’s Up
Time’s up for the night
So be alright
With what was accomplished
And what was left
For tomorrow
That One Night in Brooklyn
Remember the night
Where we almost died
It was a treacherous evening
That became more bizarre
As the night went on
The cops showed up to ask questions
But we were just visiting the
Pad
We knew so little
And wanted to leave so bad
The Parking Lot Sweeper
That parking lot sweeper
Was kicking up all of the dust
On a late night in Phoenix
As the sun had recently set back
The truck made it’s pass
To swallow the dust from the day
Away
From the parking lot
And start a new
Another day
The Slowdown
The slowdown
Starts with a drop
Into the pool
Of chaos
But rather than
More of the same
Comes a different move
To drain the waters
Of course action
In reaction
A slower movement
Emerges
From the depths of
The churning
Water
Pay Me a Song
Pay me a song
So I can sing along
So that musicians
Like me
Can eat our dinner
Thankfully
To have hope
Finally
Be
Free
A Cup of Songwriting 