In the heart of London
Where the isles are winding
To the heart of the city
We dine
One Monet moment
At a time
Wooden counters
With airy old jazz numbers
Fumbling along
With a reserved evening
In the heart of London
Bombay Cafe
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Tired Yet True
Set up to recover
What is false
Is set under cover
Truth is relative
In modern times
A theory
A sign
Tired but true
What comes quickly
Goes too
Spilled Milk on the Red Line
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
Desperation of Desolation
The desperate times
Desperate measures
Come up with something good
A productive measure
In times worn thin
As the veil of light
Through the morning curtains
We have to continue to
Rely on food decisions
To set us right
Round the Corner
The simple smell
Can trigger so many memories
Roasting coffee
In Williamsburg
Takes me to years
On the road
So fresh and clean
Yet Smokey and full
The roast roars our into the air
Aggressive
And bringing back
Memories of good times
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Goodnight City
Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
An Old Friend
An old friend
Was always familiar
So much so
That I could swear
That we had met before
In some other life
But in a similar realm
How quickly
Life can change
From sustained to lost
Living
To holding on
I love my old friend
As he transitions
Making his way from one life to
Another
And we will me again
My friend and I
Molasses Moment
Be free
Let go
Into eternity
One molasses
Moment
Moving slowly over me
Seeing how the future will be
Let go
Be free
Into the depths
Of eternity
Overwrought
Before the shows start
When the wind is in lungs
Breathing
Letting go
How the world knows
Taught me
To let go
Be free in moments
Free in thought
Freedom from dampening
Overwrought
A Cup of Songwriting 