There is a place
Where the palms
Sway sweet and soft
When the air is timid
And easy
Concrete jungle
With all-day breezes
Palms trees bring it
That sense of calm
On the leaves
Of a palm
Palms
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Tag Archives: Los Angeles
Rev the Day
Rev the day
everything you have
A little you don’t
Go all the way
Even if you think
You won’t
Don’t back down
On easy premise
Test the limits
Impress
Slow Down Town
Slow down town
Summer heat
Bearing down
All around on a Saturday
Today we need a bit of a relinquish
Relish in a heat
Beyond the hot ground
Around this town
Be Right
Be right
Be arrogant
Belligerent
Cognoscente
Of the words
Used
Be opaque
With answers
Of abuse
Make the proper
Joke
At the proper time
What has happened
Stays behind the line
Be right
Demagogue of sport
Be right
Today
Tonight
High Bar Days
Those high bar days
When the grey won’t quite
Fade away
The rain falls
Into the next day
The finish line moves
Back a few miles
When you feel you can’t accomplish
Anything for a while
But the rain will clear
The grey will
Pass
I just have to get up everyday
And off my ass
Chicago Summer
Heated streets
Dense air clasped
Onto the nape of the neck
Settling down
As the sunlight reigns down
An easy breeze
Of of Lake Michigan’s
Sleeve
Sunglasses in tote
While the darkness
Of winters now quite
Remote
Long Breaks
Long breaks
Is what it takes
To reconnect
With the words
That can be off
Or correct
Up in the woods
Or down flat on the deck
Taking these breaks
Is what makes
Me keep coming back
Credibility Crisis
Crisis of numbers
Crisis of names
Fumbled the words
Distracted and tame
How to recover from
A case of public doubt
Lean back
Don’t scream and shout
Back to the well-written word
Artistry of presentation
One can return
With no hesitation
Baltic Summer
A studio in the shore ditch of
London
A fresh sea
On the coast of Chicago
As the summer rolls up
Its sleeves
Bringing more heat tomorrow
On a ledge
Cut from fresh grasses
And hedges
The summer rolls on
And wrinkles my shirts
Edges
Most Influential
Who is that
That can sway the seas
Open up
Opportunities
Given graces from descendants
The money talks and walks
Where there once was hope
Is now lost
A Cup of Songwriting 