Midwest’s Favorite Son Image Reply – Packing up Heading out Tires worn Weathers stout – Leather seats Coffee linger Manual transmission Grabbed with my fingers – Snack to go Stop on the way Exit ramps Take me away – Grayish skies Golden lamps Street lines Cement stamped – Pay toll On your way To Chicago Make today – Through Portage Can’t stay Pass through Gary Where the buildings lay – South shore To the left People wait Information to digest – Trash heaps Grass clippings about Semi’s splash sideways On this quickened route – Crimson chimneys Black char Upon the sky On the car – City high Cracks in the evening sky Cars pushing on evenings door A bit more on 94 – Loop in 15 minutes Flying by running Hit the gas A city stunning – Lakeshore and St. Louis That’s the one Midwest crown jewel The favorite son – Get left in a hurry Don’t wait Taxi’s holler Know your way – Final decent pulls at the light From cornfields and valleys Stop lights And City bright – A trip Many have taken It’s true beauty Should not be forsaken – A man made jewel Upon land it rests Lake Michigan laps easy Upon it’s eastern breast – The horns call you back Into a heightened state The pulse pulls you in With colors ornate – Skyscrapers scratching The evening skies Covered in fog And out of sight – We will take to the show A feeling upon senses Put this thing in park The city can be relentless – Hit the stage in the windy city Songs sweat soaked and soaring Into the evening hours And into morning – Sleep wide-eyed and wonder 5 am and much needed slumber No play is perfect yet has feeling Lay awake and look at the ceiling – Arise I will be Way to early Thoughts running Heaters burly – To do it again I will I will But for now My head this pillow will fill Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Random Coffee Notes – The Beginning Posted on December 17, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply Brown beans roast Caramel hues Falling on Embers of sweet bitters Swirling softly blending cream & butter Fall softly on palettes rejoicing Voicing things sweet & tender This is a wonder of texture And timbre It embraces the tongue and sustains the mind Wrapped around smooth air tucked In every cup waiting To be released tender on ones tongue awaiting It’s chance to dance for a moment In ones conscious golden component It is a treat to behold A love to endure And a true addiction of the senses – At the Café people embrace thoughts and minds Spilling on the edges of the cup To be filled is one To be embraced is to be much more To sit lightly and await the subtle berries Flowery greeting of the senses It brings out the sky and air Leaving gentle hues upon your mouth Awaiting one more This is not an easy love To come back one more time To refresh both mind and senses It settles the mind Awakes the rest in us In a simple joyful recluse To get away Escape this world Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
High Heel Sound Posted on December 13, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply When the rains falling down Just north of downtown Come and find me In Chicago town – With the blur of lights And bursts of sounds Ill be around In Chicago town – Blue, Pink, Red, and Yellow Where the trains circle round Just come find me In Chicago town – When the city of the bend is empty I’m South Shore bound Headed over To Chicago town – Where men walk tall To a high heel sound Look all around In Chicago town Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
On Hands Posted on December 6, 2012 by acupofsongwriting 1 On Hands The feeling slight touch tampered Pushed slow with cold and nimble finger Fall unbending and holes hammered I could not go far without these bending fingers – To pluck a song or bend a note Flowing words with these hands have wrote Now gestured feelings have gone noticed But the hands have feeling and know this – Fingers fill future forms fair With wispy time and southern air These hands have given me a reason To know the words fill and dare – They say a lot about someone Where they been things they have done Hands hold the horrors and honors of life Strife success and keep us alive with the rest – Study wisely the lines herein A soul can be seen worn Down round the nails and within But the hands are only the maker – The maker of things so much greater Greater than ever But oh never never Seen a man with the hands of leather – The hand that has tended the field Or played the piano Passed the football Just taken up a heavenly yield – These are the things that connect and unite Although can be made to fight in the night It is the use that will tell you know Where this fellas been from and where he might go Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
To Louisville Posted on December 5, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply Gunna roll on down to Louisville Out on those Indiana roads Might get in by one or two But who the hell really knows – We just go and go and flow And the wheels roll and fill the night full The winter grasses while the evening dashes From the height of day to the lull of night – Now and then a passer by Will procure a hand or a gestured sigh For we have a bit to go and no way to know How the night will go and the other folk – Passing signs and dotted lines These are the signs that we are getting there There to Louisville on a crooked path Around in Indy is where we will make our dash – The night slowly laps against the wind on her side We ride it steady and true and pray through the night She keeps me safe and my lover alongside So warm and cozy she has made this long ride – Soft silky breeze on a humid winter night You don’t see this often but it feels quite alright Shocks that rattle and wheels that jitter This old car still has it in her – Incandescent lit gas stops that’s where she rests To grab a small drink She swerves and curves yet never quite wavers Safety is first – got to spend money to save her – But now the bridges we pass we are getting quite close As the night creeks on that when she rattles the most Now she is silent a cruise she is on But with every sharp sound she still rumbles on – A path she will find even in the cold of winter Its easy to say she is not a pretty winner We stop for dinner and pull right over To Louisville we will be before night is over – Siri calls out with a voice that is commanding You are 5 minutes away from the land where you’re landing The night is late now and I hope to rest even However driving this car has got my head reeving – Sun is long passed expired and the black is everywhere I step out of the vessel into the night cold air Tonight she did well My eyes applaud her with a glance over my shoulder Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
A Video on the Road Posted on November 30, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
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A Picture Posted on November 29, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply Picture preview Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Far East Movement Posted on November 29, 2012 by acupofsongwriting Reply The Bergamot chilling with Far East Movement. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...