The breeze through the leaves of New York City
Any other city would be untrue
Somehow in a full town
It feels like just me
And you
The Leafy City Trees
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Lost Light
When a light goes off
In a cold and distant sky
I look up
With wipe dried eyes
The world needs good people
Full of life and vibrancy
Courteous and full of decency
Does the world become darker
Or does it balance with new light
Finding new ones
The giving kind
For all of mankind
I hope that the lives of new souls
Bless the world
Wherever we go
For when we loose light
We now are the light
We must aspire to be bright
In a world that goes a little dimmer
When we loose a beautiful light
The Tolling Bells in Brooklyn
The bells gently toll along Brooklyn Streets
Reminding us
That this city celebrates and grieves
Lives and breathes
From my studio
You hear the city life come to light
Lighting the sky
Filling the rooms
Walking down Manhattan Avenue
The fog wears heavy on the Manhattan Skyline
Tucked away from view
A sleepy afternoon
The memories of my life
Will be created here
Not in Paris or Tokyo
Rather just east of the Hudson
Learning to go from walking to runnin’
All under the ringing bells
of Brooklyn
If You Let the World
If you let the world
Serve you bad coffee
It most certainly will
Some may blast this as
Pretentious
But be cautious
As my case I present
–
I walked slowly
Rolling into the cafe
Dim lit on my way
Through Illinois and Iowa
I could just tell from the sight of her
It was not going to be easy
Uneasy was the feeling
Her stare into mine
But I had to wonder
Is it worth my time
To ask for something
Other than a glass of turpentine
–
I realized this rush was no longer
About coffee or personality
I was unsure if I was afraid
If I should abate my post
Where were these feelings
Overwhelming me
Like the holy ghost
–
She could tell I was uneasy
Pushed hard for me to move on
In a quick minute my mind had reacted
I was going to let her
Her
Win
I was not going to step out of line
I would rather walk away disgruntled
Than to let her get her energy infused to mine
–
As I walked away and the next customer approached
After I was dismally reproached
In such light and airy way she won her way
Exacting my energy from my eyes I would say
–
I opened the door for my fail grandeur
She managed her own will on mine
I was let down
But I soon learned in the quickness of time
It is with certainty
That I can speak certainly
If I do not speak certainly
Than uncertainty will belittle my will
This will leave my ego and soul ill filled
So when the world attempts to push you down
From a simple coffee – blurred old brown
Don’t let the light be pushed away
Sometimes the light is needed
Confidence displayed
The world will accept you
And not push you back
Instead of slowly whimpering
“I’ll just drink my coffee black”
A Night in Brooklyn
“I will FUCKING KILL YOU”
The words bellow from the belly
Of the loosely dressed man
On Manhattan Ave
Across from Manhattan Inn
Enough vigor and resolute
To carry the words to my own
Windowsill
I crept to the window
The man seemed unwell
Ill
I couldn’t make it out the clear
Words strung about a 100 bill
–
“Why don’t you come over here”
“See who the real man is”
The street lights illuminate his
Contorted face
I pull back from the window screen
He glances in my direction
As he walks towards Manhattan Ave.
And Nassau intersection
–
I am fully engaged at this point
This rage within this man
Has the whole neighborhood up at
2 AM
–
Cars rumble past blurring
What was said
What was heard
I could only faintly here but a word
All this rage and anger
Over a C note
On that note I better get back to bed
–
Whatever he had said
It was life in the form of entertainment
I am not upset from the loss of sleep
Just tired
Whatever kept that man up
Had really shook him
On just another night
In Brooklyn
Thin Nights
The late night salute
4 AM
Late night eyes
To boot
We dance with our technology
Until the wee hours
Entangled in a web
On a web
Every last fiber in my head
Connected
Needing the next moment
I own it
This is the way I spend the hours
Working
Trying to connect the un connectable
While my head is full
Eyes bloodshot and wide
Hair frayed
Dismayed
Until my head is laid
This is the routine
I try to break out
But something new is always breaking in
There is no loss no win
Just spending every last hour
Until the night runs thin
The Bread Shop Stop
The scent of change
Came at 4 AM
I rolled over in my bed
“When was the last time
I smelled the fresh bread”
At this point I was completely
In my head
I knew the change was coming
The bakery was on its way out
I still had one small shriveled doubt
Maybe the planned buyout
Was not as good of a plan
They would develop a alternate route
As I lay awake
Thinking
It had been at least a week
So I cracked the curtain to take
A quick peek
The burnt carmel building
Was at a complete standstill
I could see this from
My windowsill
Never again would the smell of
Fresh bread bellow
Down Manhattan Avenue
It was a nice offset to bus exhaust
But now it is lost
Lost
Gone
I am new here
I own that I have very airy feelings
Where others die-cast old love
Would feel it in there hearts much above
I can remember
When my wife and I stopped in
Knocked on the door
A man came out from within
Gave him a 5 spot and
Us a loaf
We stood on the corner
Eating it whole
The memory was the brightest
Of the few short lived time
But the old place is gone
Make way for the condos
Pack it up and move on
Finitely Undivine
In hopes of doing good
Doing everything you should
Stood proper ready for arrival
But in between every single line
Stands the true test of mankind
Finitely undivine
Some poor fellow with bright light
Shines upon a small error
Eroded and undone
Your lips begin to tighten
As you realize you have failed
At this one chaps small finding
I strive for the perfection
Perfection as far as my detection
But there will always be
Other perspectives
That feel less connected
Intersected with our vision
Even though I do my best
With good will and intention
There is nothing that can prevent
This holier than thou
Intervention
Creaking of Dawn
At the creaking of dawn
Semis bustle through the Avenue
Men with covered faces
Lift heavy loads unto empty spaces
Filling slowly with goods for shipment
Equipment, papers, dies, casts
I sometimes wonder what is in the
Buildings just over the Ave.
So much mystery
Only 5 feet from me
Whether they are transporting toxic chemicals
The smells
Oh the smells
The streets outlined with built mounds
Of snow
Paths created from where the tires roll
I have this realization
That I really know so little about my neighborhood
My nation
And it all came to me
From my view
On Manhattan Avenue
Cabbage and The Uncomfort of Life
I didn’t want to do it
I guess I kind of had to do it
Shit we do to make it through
Renting out half the space
The rat race isn’t even
Half way through
The smell of cabbage in the morning
Warning that the uncomfort of life
Is seeping through
–
It wild the way we hustle
People bustle
Plan for the next month
Once again feeling uncomfortable
But I guess in a city
Where rules are only enforced
Rather than exist
This small task I complete
To make it through the month
Cause if not I call it quits
And back on the road I’ll be
With only half my wits
–
I’m not running some grand hotel
Not even a bed and breakfast
Just trying to make time with no roomates pass
The hosting seemed to be the only option
In a city
Where the Attorney General
Might be hot for me
But I guess I’m damned if I do
Damned if I don’t
It’s New York City
The only answer I can not give
Is
I won’t
A Cup of Songwriting 