The coffee is decent
The lights are bright
A bit over roasted
But tastes alright
Trying to delay
A return to NYC
No need for me
To sit in traffic
On the BQE
Rain outside
Makes me further delay
Getting anything of substance
Done today
The tolls will wait
The taxis will still be there
Just trying to delay
My return
To the city
Today
Rush
Rush
Hurry
Nothing is worse than
The rush
The bustle of peoples muscles
Pounding pavement
Pushing gas pedals
Standing in Subways
Rush
Rush
Hurry
Don’t let the mind sway or worry
Make it out in traffic
Sit and wait
Just to see if you can take
The
Rush
Rush
Hurry
A thousand miles from my bed
Beat up
Torn
Tired
Bout dead
Blood shot eyed poker
Playing games other my mind
Looking for signs that I am close
To home
Make it in just 7 hours
Through the powers of flight
Through the night I coast
Trying to get home alone
To be joined with my lover
Upon arrival
Greeted with kisses
Back from the road
Because it’s her I’m missin
Airplane skid marks
Over national landmarks
In just a few hours
I will be home
You must go to Joey’s and get the clams
With her short hair and her deep eyes
Italian blood
But you know that story about Joey
She sighs
If he gets cheap and doesn’t give you the fresh
Flour bread
Let him know
Crazy Donna from Cookie Box
Said
“He’s dead!”
We spent the morning chatting
In the gym
On the stationary bike
She was straight out of
The godfather
Or Sopranos
I was so much intrigued
Her stories had my mind fatigued
These stories that loom on these streets
You must take time to listen
To stories of the pre-madonna
and the truely gritty
All float above the belts
Of mouths
In New York City
So the story goes
Anyone who hustles knows
Get up early
Get it done
Keep going until the
Evening sun
We hustle
We work
We sleep
We throw down
And do it again
Planes circle overhead
Outside dust stained windows
Bustling people away and close
Making their way from coast
To coast
On the ground cars rage honking
Swirling
Speeding
People walking
Talking
Thinking
Ignoring
We hold hands
Weaving through the crowds
With subtle plans
We think
We can
We hope
We plan
In New York
No second guess
No delay
Or deferred progress
But I sit wondering
Looking at the planes overhead
Shuffling the people around the world
New York to LA
In clear light
Late in March
On a sunny day
The evening sun
Crackles through the apartment
Reminding us
We are free
The life we live under this sun
Is up to you and me
I can see the dust kick up
As we fold the sheets
Feeling life
In our finger tips
We will make it in a new city
One step at a time
Wooden floors
And vintage heaters
Making note to feed the parking meters
Our life is new
But still the same
We will change anew
In a new place
A new time
We will see it through
There is a particular Steely Dan song
That reminds me
Of when I was young
Being in the car with my father
Driving to school
I can’t make out the details
Something about Green Earrings
I remember these times fondly
The fatherly bond
Created through music and experience
I am not even sure that we talked
We just drove listening to the keyboard
Funk
Something happened in that moment
I can not tell you what
Or how
But I will remember it
50 years from now
Me and my dad
Listening to Steely Dan
On a drive to school
In a green Nissan
As the sun was cracking
From underneath
A winter dawn
Upon the last minutes of 27
Sitting in New York City
A place of new wonder
And old world pragmatism
I think of life
Transition
It can be a rough year for a musician
Difficult to make it through
But I awake one more day
To find 28 upon my life will lay
I hope for good fortunes in this year
As I am in the evening of my twenties
Watching the sun set
On a decade of life
Under the umbrella
Enjoying the view
I grow
I continue to find
And discover
That which I did not know
Upon the last minutes of twenty seven
I am but a passenger in the train of life
Collecting these experiences as the train rolls by
I am happy to be able to have a part in earth
To have a reason
A desire
To approach the world with a renewed perspective
On this final moment
I sit and contemplate
What the new morning will bring
When I turn 28
There is light at the end of the tunnel
A reason to push through
There is hope you can make out
When you given it your all
Ready to fall down
Whether it is the truth
Or fiction
Belief in this
Is a religion
What you manifest
Comes true
To give up
Or to follow through
When the darkest hour is upon you
Close your eyes and imagine
There are millions of grains of sand
Laying on beaches throughout the land
Who have been broken
Destroyed
Yet live on
The life of the stone
From a huge boulder
To the smallest pebble on the beach
The lesson these stones teach
To carry on
Live on
Believe there is something better
You will find your beach
Your place in life
Stay true
Be you
