Sick shoes
Nothing new
On the road
Out of fuel
Hold on tight
As the fever passes through
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Tag Archives: New York Times
Saturday Sun
Saturday sun
Fades to a Sunday moon
All comes up
And gone too soon
Days filled with autumn fall
Upon my eyes
Not one
But all
Water on the Parking Lot
In a parking lot
West of town
Water falls
Straight down
Into the puddle
On the ground
Into the swells all around
Up Sale
Work it up
All night long
Make the late night goers
Hope in the up sale
Goes all the way up
The Infamous English Muffin
The infamous English muffin
Was no muffin at all
It was a disguise
Of disgust
I had in my eyes
Tuesday Conversations
Tuesday conversation
In a rainy way
Make for a late night
After a long day
Into the morning
I go
With a new conversation
Being told
In Plain Sight
Over the hedge
In plain view
What was stolen
Was witnessed by me
And you
No doubt cast
Over the shadow
Of memory
What happened in that
Moment in history
Will live forever
In infamy
Braided Greens
Braided greens
On the west end
Seems
Over to top
Beside the ocean
Bold Times
Good times
Signed rhymes
Of uncharacteristic hue
What holds me down
Pushes me up too
Coffee Afternoon
Coffee afternoon
From a day well on
It’s way
Through the orange
Lights of morning
On the 405
Driving
The drive
Wake up the senses
Into the day
