We slept in the car
How have we come so far
Life in New Your City is highly
Unexpected
From the depths of your soul
Life resurrected
It was cold
The car was comfy
We adjusted
Throughout the night
My wife and I
Sleeping on the streets of Brooklyn
Just another car on the side
No one would ever know
Everyone has a place to go
But us tonight
So we slept in the car
All in all
We are alright
On cold Brooklyn Night
Oh sweet over scented detergent
Urgent runs to the laundromat
Cleansing liquid of shirts and hats
The ode to the time saver
I know nothing
Of the bubble reducing liquid
On Driggs Avenue I will take you
Replenish my garmets
From jeans to armpits
Undoing yesterdays Thai food
Making my clothes fresh and new
Upon the shoulders of a clean towel
I rekindle my life
Re centered and clean
How expensive in Brooklyn
The costs of a simple wash
Can cost
But without sweet detergent
I may be lost
White can lights
The warmth of winter light
Three leg tables
Setting host as guests arrive
Exposed brick and concrete
Mixed in a over casting white
Blue velvet sofas stand guard
Like watchmen at evening call
Music so soothed fine
Conversations life up
Mix up
With more voices
Music collide
An evening with my love at my side
Wooden beems hold up the fragile sky
On a Monday night
Forgive and forget
Somehow it is more feasible
To forget to forgive
Unrelenting nagging betterment
Maybe I can forget and forgive
That would be the best set
Unsettling but better yet
Try to unfetter then again, beset
Unrelenting in the development
Of forgiveness
Relinquish
Yet remain unbent
I ponder my own capability to forgive
Inability even at times
For my own betterment
I guess I wake up consistent
Inefficient the ways of holding on
Suffer on
Try to turn turmoil and emotion rawness
Harness the nowness
Look into the eyes of bewilderment
And be less aggressive and more understanding
Planning to forgive
Compliment and try
To forget
We kid ourselves that we have control
Power
And dominance
We try to fake her
The all powerful
Mother Nature
Control her
But at the end of the day
We have no say
Strange how we arrange our lives
Containing no awareness
We should listen to her
70 degrees in December
It’s more than just weather
Whether or not we act
Enact
Or react
It may be too late
As we watch the sun fade
On a 70 degree December day
The heat is not right
Mother Nature very well may not be on our side
But we will tell ourselves we are alright
Money power greed back in plane sight
And care melts away
As ignorance can enjoy one last
Joy ride
An attitude of wait and see
Content contemplating
What will transpire eventually
Will happen most gradually
All over the city
Dawned a breathe of Spring
In mid December
That is not the winter
I remember
Unseasonable
Unmistakeable
Get out your summer garments
Rather than act on ambitions
What if we do to much to late
Way after the point where
We matter
After all norms have been
Shattered
Would we care then
Would we decide to move
Move to actions
Actions of productive manner
Rather than cheap reactions
Or will we grab our t shirt
Enjoy a summer in winter
Remove and dispose of care
As if a small splinter
Only in New York
Can you meet a legend on the street
Step inside and share bagels
And eat
From the Upper West side
To the East Village
It shatters any image
You have in your head
Straight talking fellas
On the Avenue
Just another normal day
For me and you
But legends shake hands
With people sipping their
Daily brew
Unusual but true
This could only truly happen
Out on the streets
Of Manhattan
White floors
In Brooklyn
Don’t stand even the slightest
Chance
Against feet
That have trod all day
Night
Evening
Through to morning light
Imperfections will be made
As one foot
The next is laid
White floors in Brooklyn
Are a high price to be paid
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
–
Get after it late
Get after it early
Life is good
And you are worthy
The mantra begin
Then repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Until I am so driven
Driven out of my seat
Around the room
Hope of accomplishment
Seeing the fruits of hard work
Embark
Upward
Forward
And Out
A Cup of Songwriting 