What we use
We gain
What we discard
We lose
What is lost
Can not be recovered
What can not be recovered
Is gone
What we use
We gain
What we discard
We lose
What is lost
Can not be recovered
What can not be recovered
Is gone
Thai food and conversation
How we can make a living
Across the nation
Assemble the team
Pour the wine
Make plans over
The meal we dine
Not confined to walls
And labels
Working hard to live in the
Arts
Stable
WE ARE UNSHAKABLE
Committed and clear
We set our sights
To the heights
Of what we can reach
And hear
Back at the grind
Spending every second
Every dime
New York time
The city where surviving
Is never thriving
So I dive in
Start to swim
Through the thick and
Thin
Wake up
And do it again
The white table from Craigslist
Has earned it’s keep
In the apartment
A writers guide
To endorsing parchment
Upon it we have written songs
Lyrics
Poems
Its sturdiness is much appreciated
Anticipated
Held on
The white table
Is keeping on
Unequal substitute
Fulfills a desire though
With nothing to shoot
It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes
The melted plastic of Pleather
Adorned on shoulders and cars
Filling up the seats of old bars
Rather than take life of an animal
Smooth to the touch
Offering a little much
More than a substance
An idea
Pleather over leather
Not ideal, never
It start rather
A car revving it’s engine
We are not moving yet
But it is a much better bet
A sleepy hall
In a Brooklyn apartment building
Coffee raises up slowly
From the Polish and French Bakery
Below
A smell of Ethiopian beans
Made up right for cappuccinos
And other things
The freshly smashed beans
Bellowing up
Like clouds over the Galloway
Opening the most closed eyes
Awakened with another blue
New York sky
A simple twist on an early morning
The sleepy halls
Felt somehow
Warming
Dim lit and tiled
The city grinds only 2 stories below
Even can awake a true sleepy fellow
From Broookly
The coffee shouts
“Hello”
A new post
On the eve of a new year
Fear of what is to come
What lie ahead
Gathering the words in my head
Head out to the streets of New York
Celebrate the upcoming with
A bottle of bubbles to uncork
Troubles or success
Whatever the new year will bring
We will ring it in
In our new hometown
The only way we know how
To join the others on the streets
Join our voices when we stand
On our feet
Happy New Year
We shout
From the Streets
I am no expert
I speak with no certification
Validation
Or Accreditation
This great nation
Built certainly through a process
Of migration
We must hold true
To life, liberty, and freedom
Now we contemplate
Such great
Changes
As 2016 is brought in
I hope the best in the year to come
For the nation that lies
Between the Atlantic and Pacific
And under the sun
It’s different this time around
Changes in the way I hear
The holiday sounds
All around
I am reminded of a new normal
Changing customs
Different yet warming
I have had 28 consistent years
So this was the year of more
Inconsistencies
Some deliberately
Changes made inadvertently
But in time I will see
The effects of small moves
Start as ripples
But shapes into grooves
My new life ahead
Changes inevitable
The lines I could have read
No matter what they said
Thee seasons were different this year
Missing loved ones
I wish were here
The glaze of icing on the streets
Ice skating in layered sheets
Less than 2 feet of snow
But back to the new cold
The first storm of the winter
Came in thick
With ice brittle
Thinner
I enjoy he cold but stay warm
When the snow is done
I undue my jacket
Relax
Winter is back