Back on the road
Dead straight
But a little lesser known
Taken time to rest my hands
Made strides in growth
As a man
Understand that time away makes the heart grow
Reflect what you intake
And undergo
So I go
Mile for mile
I wanted to say hello
Since it has been a while
Bradley is a happy man
He falls asleep on the island
To the sound of a bellowing fog horn
Cutting through the air as rich as worn leather
He awakes to coffee that envelops him
With a hug
Rather than a mere raspy handshake
He is content on the coast
Billowing up steam from a morning roast
Falling asleep as the fog crosshatches the eve sky
Across the bay
Happy till the day he may day
Rent control his eternal protection
Umbrella’s held in rather polite distinction
Humanity’s bustle he has no strict participation
Watching the sunrise
Heightened by windy anticipation
However the wind blows
On the edge of the sleepy little beach town
Bradley has it right
Bradley is a happy man
Just on the outskirts of San Fran
Walking off the tarmack
To a shimmering glaze of white capped mountains
A blueish overtone of gentle purity
Of the final frontier
Pictures quickly flashed in a moments noticed
I remember walking
But I could have floated
Checking into the rental car
Stale air and stuff seats
Pulling out of spiral bending lots
Upon Alaskan grounds we disperse
What these eyes now behold
Could never have been done with
Critical description rehearsed
Phone calls connected before our arrival
Preparations made as best as we know how
Faces new gleaming with helping hands
Island time is a new resonance we intake
With a Foat Top silhouette in the backdrop
Down the Seward highway
We make our paths
And are already planning on coming back
Upon the shores of the Idaho banks
Lies a city of French coronation
Beauty bounding straight from the mountains
Fountains of fresh water springs
Water clashed out and sings
Pine trees weathered the western sun
Green coffee beans roasting
Swooning from the delicate flow of life
Tucked on the western sea side
Fresh air crisp in inhalation
Resounding in echoes smoothed out of the corridors
As my eyes rest easy
On this place just west of the planes
In a small town called Coeur d’Alene
Back at the Cafe
On the strained Route 94
Deep in North Dakota
Where the wind finds fields
Of exapanse and rips through
Rain pours over cargo trains
Bustling through the rich spring air
We stop for caffeine as we make our way
Due west
The ultimate test
Journey new
Undone
Headed right through
The storm
The coffee soothes the moment and lifts
The eyes
Now a brain soaked in caffeine
We continue
–
3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
–
Abandoned winds
Trademark holiday fields
Bursting with light greens
From the depth of winter snow beams
Unsettled video consultation
Hair covered over face salutation
A brother in arms
We move forward attempting
To right our wrongs
From our previously torpid ways
Deny science
Change
We harbor no feelings for advance
When we recede rather than succeed
Impede rather than proceed
The ice caps melt
Float away
We push it back another day
Another generation
Another worry for another nation
As the suns rays
Trap in our atmosphere
Our smiling unwilling faces
Burned and seared
There is no therapeutic release
From this great indignation
Jam our hands with more consumption
Pushing back the possible eruption
Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt
Of a concussion
We have the ability to go from sour
To marvelous
From sinister
To genius
It is now truly up to us
For we have watered down the glass
But now the glass overflows
We must take heed of what our actions sow
For the future
Our harbors will cease to exist
Unless we make moves to resist
Nature does not need us to persist
So it is a calling to action
Sounding the alarms
For we are now all bound as brothers in arms
Come changes
Bring what they may
Come new days
I heed your call
From miles away
I see the bridge through the mist
On a cold evening
Bringing life a true glimpse
Of meaning
Baton down the hatches
I will weather the storms
Fear not the unknown
That lies ahead
One truth promised
Fear is worse than dead
So bring the new mornings
Evenings and sunsets
And I will be awake
Awaiting
The first waves on the lake
An evening indeed
Etched forever in my memories it seems
Lasting through life’s journeys
On the eve I turned 30
A Cup of Songwriting 