A parachute system
Is required
When the breaks fail
No wins to set sail on
Fall from grace on
Parachute with me
Into the blue silky sea
In a time of resent
I present
An escape to land
With this parachute
In hand
A parachute system
Is required
When the breaks fail
No wins to set sail on
Fall from grace on
Parachute with me
Into the blue silky sea
In a time of resent
I present
An escape to land
With this parachute
In hand
The capitol strain
Came
On an unexpected
Wednesday
Don’t reap what you can’t
Sow
Sage advice says
How the world looks
Different
When the joker has
No more jokes
When the laughs go old
The capitol strain
Has its hold
The music drones
Late into the night
After hours
As the sunset
Slips out
Of sight
The air is dim
And full
Rosins from the bull
Pushing the city
As the air antiquity
Rumbles from below
The city vents
All on my own
Man that is a dope jacket
As the man at the counter
Reveals
Late night appeal
I wish you a good night
And a great night rest
Dope jacket he said
With a slight jest
Feeling alright
With a bottle of whiskey
And some cheap pizza
Walking around
Quickly
Walking a curved line
To the rooms
Late into the night
Laughter and jolly
As the night goes on
One mistake
One folly
High tide
In a moments notice
Get the day on
Staying in love
And feeling the run
Of a high tide
Back night
Feeling good
Late night Italian stands
Listening to some
Standards
Stranded in the back
Late night in the rooms
Red and white
Subtle and sweet
Painted grey
Skylines
Read out
Will say
A blue shade
Between buildings made
Light on the streets
Of Denver
Where we
Are
A fresh reset
The desert has a way
Of clearing the mind
Out past the plains
And short of the coasts
There is a place
Where the air
Is clear
Fresh takes
On a new day
Palm trees along the streets
Down in the desert town
The vines wrap
Over the edges
Fleeing
Green
Making a way
From
The start to finish
I can relate
With that fleeting hope
Slowly crawling
Maybe to better
Maybe to worse
But ahead
Non the less