The challenge of growth on the road
Learning life’s lessons new
Without letting my old life go
Holding my hands to the side
Of this old lifeboat
The longer miles we roam
The further we go
The more we grow
Unknown of the life ahead
One foot in front of the other
Deliberate moves
Keep us alive
In love
Getting in at 3
Snow packed streets
Of a cheap
AirBnB
Parking in industrial lots
Making a bed a home
When we are on the road
Unknown
But not alone
Monday makes a good intro
To the new week ahead
Many miles on the road we left
Written songs all along
Sing out in hopes of the one
One more show
One more road to go
One more turn
We deal with the yearning
Of mind
But we stay committed
To our professional line
Yet another year
Sheer running it seems
Wandering and walking
Christmas Eve comes quickly
A new year seemingly
Upon me
A year spent
All over the world
Whirling around
Behind the wheel of a car
Far in he free air
Upon a Christmas Eve near
Here is the next year
Big heaping pile of coldness
Plastics elastics fantastic
Illuminated grand bombastic
Yet my eyes seem rather deflated
Upon laying them to rest on fakeness
From real trees
To the ultimate regress
Plastic toppled on top of fanciness
I understand the symbol
But not the true beauty
Of a real tree
Uneven symmetry
Built by the land eternally
Circumvent then these fake trees
Pristine ever to be
From plastic bottles to from of room
Our plastic addictions seems to bloom
From these tupperware we create
A tree to elate
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The Brooklyn Cafe
Seven up hot drinks
Laughter
Tunes
Common swoons
While the coffee machine croons
To stiff business collars
And relaxed jackets
Soft sips
Furrowed brows
White tables decorated with coffe stain
Constant drone of the roaster
Light bean roasted
In the Brooklyn Cafe
–
Drunk Thai food
Packing
And back on the road
Brooklyn on the road behind me
Passing through
And away
NYC bully the light of day
Packages to go
Bagels for the road
And go
Fresh roasted
And drank
The goods
–
To hold or let go
To live
Or grow old
We shoulder these decisions
In what I learn
What I know
The sensitivity of progress
Can be held up
Reset
Regress
If proper attention is not paid
To forward motion
And progress
I obsess
About the shape my mind
Creates
The inner monologue
That projects my final epilogue
“My journey will never get easier”
To a stranger I said
He quickly replied with no fetter
“True, but we only get better”
I am in a lucid dream
Not how I see it
But in between
From downtown Brooklyn
Skyways and underpass
12 hours away
With summers green grass
My mind blends the past
Until my eyes can finally relax
The city Monopoly on top of me
Run me over
Push and topple me
The middle class is
High under siege
Who owns these buildings
I see
In front of me
Behind me
Who’s pieces touch the sky
Down to the ground
All around
The goal of surviving
Is miles short of thriving
On the ground struggling to breathe
Can feel like I am dying
Not on my death bed I am lying
To my soul
The energy it is supplying
Paycheck to paycheck
Account balance recheck
Food and meal not set
In a city with a finger
Lingering
On my reset
A Cup of Songwriting 