Tag Archives: New York City

Swollen Skies

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Growing up

Under swollen skies

Making changes

In our parents eyes

Commitments made

Growing mistakes

We just have to do

Whatever it takes

I watch you grow

You watch me

We help each other stay

From as low as life

Can be

We wake up together

To see another day

Whether its the sun

Or the rain

We grew up under swollen skies

When the rain fell

It pulled the tears out of our eyes

Yet we pushed through

I get to see a new face

Through the rain anew

I am honored and proud

To be your husband

Under these dark rain clouds

Evening Light Protection

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Straight lines of mint on county line roads

Staring out seeing dark tree shadows

Making their ways under sprinklers cold

Grass with a golden glow

Waiting the next rainfall or evening glisten

Animals waiting for exceptions

To sneak in under evening light protections

I see the evening run light rails

Hollering trains understated call hails

We wait the train coming out bustling

Heading winds with certain flow

The farms lull me to sleep

Eyes closed in summers keep

 

Off the Cusp

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Rock and roll

Get ready to go

Living on the farm

Just east of

South Bend, IN

The nights we pull

Playing bass going low

Making coffee with the morning

Singing songs

All heard and warming

92 degrees

No sight of water or seas

Here in Indiana

Summers warming up

On the farm

Living just off the cusp

Transience the Commonplace

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Transience the commonplace

It is the norm

In Brooklyn streets

Where people swarm

On Saturday night

Sunday evenings

We take part in these traditions

Going

Flowing

Rolling

As we make our way from place to place

Make our way out of Brooklyn

The next day

We will be back in Autumn soon

Under the NYC moon

Transient nights

Transient days

Transient travelers fill up

Fall out

And fill up again

We find ourselves amidst the flow

Going where the concrete goes

Back and forth

In between

We will miss the NYC scene

 

Little Words

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Pack up the luggage

Keep a straight face

Back on the road

A musicians pace

Don’t take anything too close

Keep a little distance from the heart

Getting all involved

Will only make this hard

Little words with great meaning

We have to keep on keeping

NYC away we go

Be back when autumn rolls

For another winter lays ahead

Summers gone in the Midwest

We make our way from Brooklyn

To South Bend and back again

Tours ahead

Songs to sing and play

We look forward to being back in Brooklyn

On a beautiful autumn day

Constant Race

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The constant race

Of the human race

Coming face to face

With realities

Of what will Be

What will not be

Committed to a community

Of people breathing and sleeping

Communicating all sensations

Of creations

Temptations

Frustrations

Sharing with each other

The ideas of lovers

People hate

Other continue to love

We work well

On a Wednesday swell

Of the city

On the ground

In the NYC Town

Birds in Brooklyn

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I am happy to report
There are birds
In the trees of Brooklyn
Out the windows
Chirping at 6 AM
Heard through cracks
Walls and siding
Singing songs
All morning long
Happy little fellows
Outside the window
Just east of Manhattan
In the morning sun
In Brooklyn

Distant Bleach

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The smell of distant bleach

On fresh cleaned linens

This is the hotel room

That we will attempt to live in

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Faded carpets with old stains

Attempts to clean them

Have obviously gone in vain

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Paisley and plaid hung drapery

Old recliners

While we make our escape

From the city

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Old cigarette stains

Outside the door

From someone long before

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Shower curtains white

Fluffy and snug

With clean towels hung

Next to the rug

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Life lived in hotel rooms

Find a different way

Of saying hello

Enjoy your stay