Out the window
A new view
Of a city on the northern end
Sunswept USA
Cloudy holding pattern
On the skies of gray
Friends of one another
Iron clad stories conversations
Happy and sad
Feet popping out of sandals
Summer fires are now past due
Which leaves just me and you
In this cafe
Flipping crisp new pages
A delicate smell of expensive hand wash
Worn about the white room
Back on the open road soon
For now we swoon each other
With mellow mugged coffee to croon sweet into
The pale pastels of the lake
Freshened breath with no mistake
On the horizon a rusted thorn
On the Northwest tip is worn
My home state moves
No chance to hesitate
Offering big tax breaks
For the industrial rake
Tearing up the land
I have yet to ever understand
How we can destroy such beauty
Beauty of our land
The water and the sand
Taken for granted our homeland
I will look out to the lake and wonder
If there is a beauty of fresh water
Upon this earth so mild
It is both mother and child
We must honor the world so
Unless mistakenly
We let it go
A run in
With the old hood
Unkept feelings brushing in
Like they should
Faces familiar and strange
Somehow the world spins
And the hood stays the same
The coffee is still sweet
With aroma swept out on the streets
I miss and fear this place
Staying in place
Erase time with a new perspective
With my heart strings
All interconnected
We left years ago
To leave behind
The fields of northeast Indiana
Without a plan
We left our lives here
Unchanged and untouched
By the hands of time
The long sweat drips down my face
Leaving a trace
A vibrant jet stream
Cooling attempts being made
The sun spares no shade
On a New York City day
People walk carelessly
Trying not to perspire
None at all is desired
The subways bellow a thick
Steam as you enter in
Blowing the summer wind
Not much you can do
To evade
Or catch any shade from the heat
It is a element of highest rank
Infiltrating the smallest space
Under the heat of summer
With a sweltering embrace
Oh the joy of redemption
To give life a exultant expression
When it pushes you to the end
Past the point of a simple bend
To the breaking convex
Not easy but rather complex
It gives back
One small ounce
To help push the mind
From the weathered mounds
The joy that can be felt
When life tries to help you out
Picks you up a bit
After seeing you almost drown
I am happy for these days
To be enjoyed and endured
To see a light in the woods
When all of life seemed unsure
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder how long I can do this
Just maintain
Sustain a healthy life
What about my career
Am I headed in the right direction
Ah f*ck directions
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder if we will make rent this week
Can we afford to get some food tonight
I am sure we will be alright
Last time I checked we were
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I can’t believe how sore I am today
Walking over 5 miles a day
It’s a little much
To work and play
But I am tough
I am a New Yorker
‘Up, one, two, three”
Rest
4 workouts in a weeks
Trying to keep my body in peak shape
Just for the strength I need
To carry on life
To make progess where I thought
I could make none
Back
‘Up, one, two, three…”
The velvet blue seats
Set adjacent to the table circles
Whirled with oak floors
The Brooklyn Coffee Shop
Full of headphones and beat up leather shoes
Glass windows giant to see through
I await my wife
In the Empire State
Under a sign that reads
Toby’s Estate
The elusive ghost
Chased through streets
Competing with our hands
Feet
Mouths open and close
Drifting words hung
Before the evening repose
This unattainable drifting ghost
My soul collapses on Wednesday
To only renew the next day
The brittleness of surviving
Well below the standards of
Living well and thriving
Conniving thoughts land soft
When arriving
Then dismissed in the thought abyss
Of carrying on
This day I just long for easy nights
Well rested then feeling alright
Keeping the feelings down
In my mind
In time
I will find
A rhyme of words
To keep me ahead
Instead of walking
Flying
In moments of desperation
It’s feet ahead
Eyes wide open
To just keep on trying
The country mind
Somehow growing up dreaming of the city
The bright lights
Open all night
The bustle of people
And feeling alright
Yet differently
How the city mind
Grows up dreaming of the country fields
Wind swept
Vast land appeal
There is no perfect remedy to this deal
For one desires the other
For the other can never be
What the city life provides
The country life will never be
So fill life full with many experiences
Long for the city
Long for the fields
The experiences we gain
We be our minds true yield
The delicate bliss
Of chlorine
Mixed with a mild coffee bean
Acidic and complex
Every element sampled and contained
The foggy windows from a morning rain
Even the exhaust from the street
Owns a part all the same
The complexity of a coffee in Brooklyn
Is yet a bit more tedious
You can feel this
Sweet berry high notes
With cleaning residue
Somehow city coffee is just
As good as you can do
From drops off the grinds
To a coffee cup warm and kind
City coffee is it’s own sampling
Of all the air fresh and old
A city cup
Hearty and bold
A Cup of Songwriting 