Under the Empire sun
The city resets in the evening
Continual receiving
Thick lines run blurred into the night
The world centers herself
Around the NYC shelves
From Jackson Heights
To the Bushwick and Greenpoint
We held hands
As we felts our way
Through a city heralding a
Skyline
Heralding
The sun
We blink our eyes
Rub them dry
To see the Empire sun
Settle over the western sky
Over the east river
We await
Waiting
For yet another day
I never did it for money
I never did it for fame
I built my house on a rock
At least that’s my claim
In people I invested
All of my blood sweat and tears
Despite many fears
We have grown
For anyone else out there
Afraid to give to others
What is theirs
Yet
Live and love
Was never ours to give
Freely gained
Freely lived
So throw out love recklessly
With no abandoned
Just hoping it finds a soul
To land on
In our darkest hour
We must remember
We are never alone
In the end we will find
Along this sometimes lonely walk
That if we have friends
We build life on a rock
Planes circle overhead
Outside dust stained windows
Bustling people away and close
Making their way from coast
To coast
On the ground cars rage honking
Swirling
Speeding
People walking
Talking
Thinking
Ignoring
We hold hands
Weaving through the crowds
With subtle plans
We think
We can
We hope
We plan
In New York
No second guess
No delay
Or deferred progress
But I sit wondering
Looking at the planes overhead
Shuffling the people around the world
New York to LA
In clear light
Late in March
On a sunny day
Between me and you
I want to know
Who can sing the blues
No care for stories or background
Just the way your voice sounds
So sweet is the irony
For
Back when the blues were constructed
Even now as the legends are being inducted
To the halls of fame
There story was never boring
Never quite lame
The story of these greats
Could make you pause
Even wait
To hear the next lyric
The next verse
To know what adverse
Conditions these men and women faced
We can not reduce this music
To technicalities and perfection
It has been hard born
Since the moment of its inception
I see the value in entertainment
But its straining my understanding
Of what music is
So I fall back to some classic blues
Stories from long ago
And I remember
That music is the sound
That makes life
Enjoyable
Forget the formalities
Life lived with
High levels of uncertainties
I don’t complain
Even when the snow and rain
Take away
From the path we have laid
Deep breathes
Can take away the stress
Tea relaxes
Rest can settle the stomach
In a culture of rush
Instant satisfaction
My actions
Can be delayed
But we live full today
Making way for tomorrow
When the snow melts we will go
Continue on
New York on the horizon
Our minds prepare
For certain changes
We go were the wind howls
Us to come gathering
Make anew
The center of the world
In the capital of the red white and blue
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
The world will not wait
No delay
No reason to hesitate
I move
I question
I try
In the evening
Under the crisp
Morning sky
Our destiny
Uncertain
Questions blooming
Into discussions
Full answers restricted
Unknown
Somedays feel
As if we go
Where the wind will blow
Us
But today
Reasons develop reasonably
In this season of cold
We set out on a journey
Forward march
Is where we will go
Snow Snow
Go away
Come back some other
What the hell
It’s snowing again
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