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Of beans
From all over the world
One cup
One whirl
Spring water
Fresh through the grounds
Can be found
In any town
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To see the beauty of golden hues
Acidity
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Mean a Thing
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
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
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
Aches and Pains
Aches and pains
Strange held hands
In a cold rain
Under red skies
Under falling leaves
In a lake
Not a sea
The aches and pains
Cities and lanes
Riding in the cars
Remain the same
How Long Can it Go Wrong
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
Venice Coffee
Coffee in Venice
On the streets of LA
Caffeine buzz on the way
Open skies from open industrial canyons
Wall brushed with soft crayons
A mix of intellectual and visual
Harmonies
In lines of different tones and colors
Every world represented here
Music bass traps through the hall
While baristas subtlety call
The next customer
Transaction
To your complete
Satisfaction
The Industrial Coffee Machine
Boom
Clack
Psssssssttttt
Smack
Click
Ding
Espresso
Doom…clack…doom…clack…
The music burns the air
Down the conveyor
Dancing swirling
White shoes on concrete floors
Exposed raw steel constrains the space
Wood beams pop out
The swell on conversations mellow out
With every drink served
Waking up a city
While The OK king is sitting on the curb
Upcoming Dreams
We head again due west
On a uncertain journey
Chasing the calendar
Of hope and upcoming dreams
Let’s head out now babe
Before it is too late
LA is sunny and people are happy
We have seen enough here
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