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
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
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
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
Water collections
Puddles
That can potentially by cars
Keep clear of inch deep waters
Splashing from others
Falling items
Birds
Traffic
Others
Walk
The tight rope
Walk on thin ice
Manhattan Strut
In the reins of winter
Staying clear
Of the hazards
How I have learned from others
My own follies
Tried and true
Walking in the rain
I’ve learned to get through
Was it worth leaving
As I watched the washing machine
Spin
Spin
It was only 25 minutes
A brisk walk at best
Then have to head right back
Nah
I’ll just stay
It’s only 5 degrees
Too cold for a walk
Spin
Which cycle now
Water sloshes from side to side
I’m glad I chose to rest
I’ve been pretty tired
Busy day at the laundromat
Sunday morning
I think it almost done
It would have had to have been a quick walk
But I am glad I stayed
Escape the fray
Sprawling traffic
On sun baked streets
Of LA
Oceanside
With loaded garbage pales
On my mind
Outside the loop
Unsaid training stations
Headed west for
Western libations
Return enter
To the western end
Sip of coffee
LA blend
On the ocean beauty
Return to the feeling
Soothing
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 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
The lake lays
Awake
While we sleep
Lapping waves
On the shores
Of the Indiana shores
With dunes and beaches
Summer will evaporate
While the lake lies
Awaits a new summer
In a deep winter freeze
A Cup of Songwriting 