Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
Don’t Look Down
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Bombay Cafe
In the heart of London
Where the isles are winding
To the heart of the city
We dine
One Monet moment
At a time
Wooden counters
With airy old jazz numbers
Fumbling along
With a reserved evening
In the heart of London
Spilled Milk on the Red Line
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
Desperation of Desolation
The desperate times
Desperate measures
Come up with something good
A productive measure
In times worn thin
As the veil of light
Through the morning curtains
We have to continue to
Rely on food decisions
To set us right
Round the Corner
The simple smell
Can trigger so many memories
Roasting coffee
In Williamsburg
Takes me to years
On the road
So fresh and clean
Yet Smokey and full
The roast roars our into the air
Aggressive
And bringing back
Memories of good times
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Goodnight City
Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
Delays in Night
Delayed
Unfettered display
Of reckless disregard
On guard
Words with no meaning
Indecisive
Backward leaning
Back in the night
When the sun lies low
That is where the weak prosper
The forbidding go
Be Gone Bygone
Be gone
Bygone era
Let go
Of the past
Open a new future
I want not vintage and old
I want to grow up
New
Refresh
Let go
Hold Held Gone
Hold held gone
What we said
What went wrong
Along the way
Along the route
We hold held gone
And I think
We were all wrong
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