Back and Forth

Leaving the city

Back and forth

Working for our dream

Letting go of what is in between

The city grew us up

In much-needed ways

Now we feel that

We must get away

Steep rent and subtle

Increase in food

All that is need for it

To come undone

What if we held on

But held back

From our dreams

Giving up for the city things


A Good Day

Do you think it will be a good one

The man leans in

To his friend

Hoping for a positive message back

That will be sent

On a cold day in New York City

What makes a good day

What makes a bad day

On the streets of Manhattan

Looking up at the tall buildings

While the people keep passing

I think it will be a good one

With sunshine and charity

Let’s hope for a good one


Head Down

Hopes and dreams

Pretty distant things

As in one moment

Creeps away

With speedy wings

How should I proceed

When the headlines


All is headed down

Across the world

A giant frown

I guess I will just

Keep a brisk pace

And keep my own head down

Don’t Become It

Don’t become tired and angry

Don’t let the easy part

Get you

In our own reverb room

We are trapped

If we only look for what we want

We look

Please look


Continue to be human

And understand

That is the only path

In these times

Stated in The Times

Humanity required

For future generations

We inspire

The Dollar Man

There he is

Green eyes lit up

Hovering in my studio 

Watching my every move




With no answers

A wry smile

Because he knows

What he costs me

Sleepless nights

Staying up late

Baggy eyes

While his eyes fixed


By reality

Or importance

The dollar man tears me apart

With his weight and indifference

How can it be

The shade of green so pale

That he controls so much

The dollar man

The Little 

The smallest amount of time

Of distance 

From start to finish

From beginning to end

Fathering mile

To resting place

Over 3,000 miles on the earths face

We begin with a push

Knowing full well the end lies 

Far far ahead

But we push on

For me

Through poems and songs

From sea to shining sea 

From pale white to vivid blue

We see our journeys through

From the boroughs of the city

To the far west LA

Eternal summer fitting

A journey that teaches us to open

Rather than close

To grow

In what you learn

And what you know 

Burning Winds

The Santa Ana winds have picked up

On the east coast we have the

West in mind

Fires burning bright

Brightest in a long time

Broken spirits and hopes

Go out with our thoughts

Protecting homes

Thinking on LA in NY

A terrible fire season ahead

The winds picking up in every direction

It is our thoughts and prayers

We are a sendin’


The Old Car

The old car is still hanging in
making it through Winter’s thick and Summers thin
The AC rattles
the carpets are worn out
But the motor still delivers me to the destination
very devout
The weather is broken in
The locks don’t work and haven’t for days
The radio still sings out a couple of melodies
But when the wheels struggle up the hill it gets my sympathy
on a warm day in June
When the engine is ringing out
In it’s classic tune
Bellowing out like a great monsoon
This is my car and I stand by it
Even though the dollars I’ve paid have been multiplying
But it is a true beauty and I ain’t lying That’s all I have to say about this your car
It’s taken me miles and miles afar
The dream alive when I get down
We’ve toured we’ve laughed we’ve cried
In this cabin we lived our lives
So this car I say cheers
I hope you may live on for years and years