Poetry and go
Brings up
The hardest working man I know
The wee morning he closes his shop
Into the night he goes
No fancy clothes
No high rise
Lifting him high
Into the New York sky
He finds his labor in a pizza shop
Day in day out
Nothing too fancy
Nothing much to talk about
Just late nights and early mornings
Into his 80 he will be working
A true inspiration
Of the American work ethic
Wood worn in
Tells stories
Human condition
Hopes held high
In the winter
Wishing
For summer
With me
And many others
Stay warm
Stay cool
The summer will find you soon
The city sweeps past me
On days when I can’t get up
Blowing past
Places to go
Whether the weather
Be clear
Or snow
I rest while the worlds whirls around
Outside my window
In a place
That never slows down
Lingering seconds
Burning brightly
Days passing
So fast
Unsightly
Proving grounds found
Tucked away
On foreign grounds
We have made new paths
We have made new friends
Perfected our sound
In a new space
In a huge town
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
When complete indecision
Supersedes the incision
Of which
We inject ourselves into the world
Launched
Taken off
We will run
Fast, hard, and lean
Towards the summation
The local or destination
Our minds will not sleep
Nor our hearts give
Any
Resignation
Until we find our ends
In this one fine nation
Questions will be asked
Notions given
Whether we are losing
Or we are winning
Hello world
Let’s become friends
We learn from our mistakes
Now and then
But tonight we begin
We no longer hesitate
To wake in the morning
And shake hands
With our new fate
Brooklyn bound
Giving up the simple life
Now the eternal city sound
Subways for farms
Working hard
Waking up to early alarms
Because me and my girl
Are Brooklyn bound
–
We have waited
Grown
And anticipated
What will become of us
Once we break the state border
To bust
Through unto the city light
Headed east
Feeling alright
We are making a new home
Now that we are
Brooklyn bound
–
No more unneeded belongings
Scaling back to necessity
Some clothes and a guitar
Her and me
Praying the car holds up
Keeps us safe and alive
Warm in the evening
Starts up at night
Moving out to make a new home
Now that we are Brooklyn bound
–
Simple goodbyes will not do
We have love for family
Embedded deep for me and you
We will hug our parents tight
Make sure the dogs are alright
We will drive straight through the night
Cause when the mailman comes back around
Our car will be gone
To our new home Brooklyn bound
Life happens in a flash
One second you are on top
Then it’s gone in a dash
Life does not occur in a vacuum
Vacuum sealed and sanitary
Life happens
So time goes
It is customary
Releasing seconds
Into hours and days
Till the good lord comes a looking
They is nothing more to say
That if we forget that with times passing
Our fickle minds will fall too
There is no stopping the fate
That lies ahead
For me
And you
Working on waiting
Waiting to work
Life held up
Can be frustrating
Confusing
Held back
Downright
Bemusing
Pick life up
Dust it off
Get going
Go
Let go
Prepare
Live with no care
Work hard
Dedicate
Life is better
Lived this way
The world spins fast
Waiting for not one
I can only understand
The real mystery within
In my own world
And the world I live in
A Cup of Songwriting 