The music lights up the street
The notes entertain the ears
Hopefuls walkin time to keep
Our fingers dance and vocal chords harmonize
On a Nashville kind of Friday night
Nashville Night
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Blundered Rails
Old rusted rail cars
Blundered rails withered far
As the warning bar drops
Double stacked high under raining skies
Red blinking lights constant as the day
Turns night
Steel bending under certain pressure
On the streets of Nsahville
The southern gem
While the trains send
All goods north south
East west
Banging bells cracking under stress
Untied and tightened
Small stones surround the rails
As the next cart drags forward the next
The world just moving ahead
So a piece can be sent to me
On a rainy Wednesday
Narrow Minded Corridors
The story of the troubadour
Venturing down miles of roads
Fighting narrow minded corridors
Rising from the earths floor
Deplored at first
Then adored
Sharing stories
Unearthed tragedies
More and more
Spent money rolling through pockets
Hoping for a tight lock in
But lyrics and stories can not be stop’in
If I can make it through this week
The next and onward
Writing for context
Without a known
Prefix
With eyes that will suffice
While I spin tires
Trying to get wise
Back and forth side to side
We are here together
On this wild ride
Weak Minds
The greatest challenges
Undermine the weakest minds
Land mine
Underpinned in time
Joker of the rhyme
We had our chance to escape
And we did
Into home base we slid
Eyes closed
And off we go
On a journey that knows
No boundaries
It just flows
We are more water than wood
Slide through the alleys
And completely misunderstood
Unexpected Bends
The unexpected bends
Sends my mind reaching
To understand false premises
Canned
How did it fall apart
Was it a small piece
Of a master plan
Built a 4 story house
On weak sand
How could this be
A fallacy I see
Under me
The sand gives way
Now do I ever really understand
Weaknesses of sand
I tried to compensate
What what too complicated
Frustrated
But we will move on
On
And on
Perception a Life Lesson
Such a simple situation
Such great life lessons
Pulled up to the train
Running for a 12
When we needed 11
Car pulls up behind a young guy
Grabbed his bags
While we hustled running
He was slightly ahead
But moved worth slight delay
Made swift eye contact as we made our way
Running to the train with only seconds no delay
I realized the slowly fellow
Was left on the platform there
I can’t say why
The conductor moved with no delay
But it must have been the effort we displayed
Giving every ounce to make it in mere seconds
While the other fellow was left
Waiting for hours
Welcome aboard he said
I’ll take your tickets
You made it just in time
He said with a wiry smile
Go on ahead
And find a seat on the nearest isle
When I reflected on that moment I realized mere seconds were between me and the other guy
But the display of effort and quickness
Has a great deal to teach me about perception and life lessons
That in mere seconds hard work has shown it’s form
Viewed by the conductor
While the other gentlemen was left on the platform
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Drumming Back Then
Delivering mail was the nine to five
With bills to pay
It was well short of the glamorous life
He had been a musician since he was young
Didn’t care for guitars
Didn’t care about the way he sung
Drumming had grabbed him right away
Counting rhythms out loud
And learning how to play
Dreamed of moving to Nashville
To aid in that Nashville sound
But life moves fast
And his chance never came around
He still plays on the weekend
To make some spare change
It is more just a simple means
To a simple end
But he wonders of what life could have been
Had he jumped off the deep end
Learning to swim as he goes
Where this all would take him
He truly does not care to know
I met him buying some drums
Sells them out of his basement
Best guy in Indiana
Drums that sound like true cannons
I believe his story and feel it quite familiar
A story told by so many players similar
Never wanted to test the waters
Looking back years later
With thoughts of what could have been
Of what life was life
And what opportunities life provided
Back then
A Cup of Songwriting 