Uproars thank goodness
Finally raucous
When we have clowns trying to hold mass
It’s time to get into class
Renewed hopes lie on unusual shoulders
These place holders
Are now finding lessons in power
From the people
By the people
A breathe of fresh air
That is seems now people actually care
Isn’t it over
The ambush of noise and pageantry
Can we move on to the issues friends
What message does it send to continue
Down a trick path
Of rallied souls for nothing more than TV
When can we move on and talk about wages
Wars and other issues of the day
Rallies are not everything
People show up and make noise
But that resolves little
Little done in little time
We are all now forced to walk the line
Back on the road
48 hours in tow
Here we go
Another long haul
From the nights of deserts moons
To the Gypsies of Boulder
We will roll on down the highway
Tour
Perform
And do it again
Tough apparel
Thin words
It’s all mixed up
But it’s all good
Tearing at the seems
But still holding on to the hood
Explorations of words
Heard from the sound
Of tearing clothes
Dark snow on a light morning
Somehow these days develop
With no warning
Rain falls
Snow to follow
Swallowed up in the lack of light
Untidier and unclean
Steering down the road
Coffee awakes the soul
Somehow I know that more is to come
More uncertainty
More long nights
And warm mornings
Crack the egg
Make the meal
The seal of a simple morning
As the lights come on
It all comes down to the wire
Unwired and unplugged
Unscrewed undone
Why are we all caught up in the glue
Of the everyday
Power is power
Love is love
What comes above
Is respect and dignity
Unbeknownst to me
How to relearn
Love and noise
Are separated at the inception
I hope we all separate the truth
From deception
What will become of the hundreds
Thousands
That end up giving up everything
Come up just a bit short
Short of the goal
Slightly off the objective
What happens when those souls
Examine minimum wage
And reconsider everything
Starting with their age
These revelations come on off days
When I am at the store
Realize somehow everything moves along
Push the grocery shopping cart
Keep shopping
Shake it off
Hourglass tell me what time will bring
What joys my heart will sing
What pain will be laid on my heart
How I will be broken
And how I will put it all back apart
Will I be rich
Will I be poor
Will I have to ask for help a little more
Hourglass read me my hours
As I fall asleep
Tell me what will be lost
And what I can keep
What is whole
To me known and unknown
Hourglass fasten my eyes on the future
Hourglass bring me hope a little sooner
I’m thankful for the beans
I’m thankful for the brew
Most of all
I am thankful for the time
Here with you
Sweet of me
Coffee on a Friday night
Slow motion
Next to the Atlantic Ocean
Our bed is a revolving door
Ask me tonight and I will be unsure
Of where I will sleep tomorrow
But tonight I drink you in sweet
In a cafe
Near the Abbott Kinney street
