Rainstorm sips
Over
Easy
Good to the last drop
Hold the foam
Take away the unknown
Chicago roads
Wet concrete
Bibles
Lay open
On the streets ahead
Rainstorm sips
Over
Easy
Good to the last drop
Hold the foam
Take away the unknown
Chicago roads
Wet concrete
Bibles
Lay open
On the streets ahead
The lightening pole
Directed to hold
The energy
Hope of a strike
Powered lights
On a Sunday night
Abyss of a city
Slow moving
Growing in every
Moment
An inflamed wish
In flames
Of fury
Worried
The news coming through
Is not the hopes
Of the everyday
Joe
Hold the wish
Step on the applause
Coming out of the broken speakers
Tweaking our numbers
To create magic
From a life turned
Tragic
32 on 32
Bottom of the cup
The ball rolled
Into an ironic
situation
Destiny
Or stranger than that
Holding on to my golf hat
I scratched my head
Did that the number revealed
Happen
32 on
The last day of 32
Birdie
Eagle
Was the way
It played out
On a sunny Saturday
Cold grass
Bent under my feet
As I walked off the course
That day
Baltic blast
With a cup
Of tea
Through the glass
How the world spins
Through a moment
In a time when
The moments equal
A moment less
Hopeless
Baltic winds
Over a sea of Glass
Sink or quit
A conundrum
Of the lightest bit
To go down quick
In the flames of memory
Or slowly
To a bottom toll
I hold my hope for a new life
A new goal
The harbor of fists
Of anger and resentment
Lies just off the coast
Of fulfillment
But when so close
Not to touch
Resentment grows
Rather than a hunch
Linger in the harbor
With the depths of blue and purple
Linger more
Linger ore
Take up
Free load
Holding on
Living on the road
In a life of music
The bitter ends
Confusions and hope
Whole the while
Filling in the holes
From bitter ends
And faithful sends
In a week and time
When we make our alright
Land and sea
The space we live
And the in between
Fragile and imperfect
Set backs
From certain
While the deep blue curtains
Are pulled on the shore
Of Florida