Feel the rush
Concave up
Increasing in speed
Thrust and direction
As we subject
Our interjection
We rely on each other
That is how it is
And how it has to be
Subject to none
And discount free
Discount Free
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Tag Archives: Summer
Full Tone Tight
Take it to heart
From back to start
Around the corner
Give her your heart
Avoid your head
Thoughts storms ahead
Ask questions lightly
Embrace full tone tight
Future callings
Seem uneasy ahead
The fallen words
Run your thoughts dead
Sea foam pillows
Under the Michigan willows
We fall surrendered
Under warmness tender
Evening Light Protection
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
Hand Smoked Heat
Back to Chicago
Toll road to the city strolls
Winds blowing street tires
Filled with air pushing forward
The trips become a frequent chore
We open doors to adjust leather seats
Broken in and ripped
Hand smoked heat from summer shores
Semis headed off to 94
As we head for Lakeshore
Same city
Same sound
Familiar from the skyline to the broken ground
Chicago
My first city
Lake Michigan shores
We head back once more
Off the Cusp
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
Reminiscent and Familiar
Coffee and smoked salmon
Lingers in my mouth
I reach for the ignition of my car
Live lived with the simple pleasures
The caffeine
Protein
Keep me alive
Awake
For trips near and far
Reminiscent and familiar
I have learned each city
By the letters that spell the name
Some far off distant
Others very much the same
The dash must be 108
Indiana summer feels so hot today
The leather scorching to touch
I grab my seat belt
Roasted in the reflecting sun
I quickly pull my hand back
Take a deep breathe
Very close to home
Yet ever far away
As the sweat drips down my face
This Memorial Day
Transience the Commonplace
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
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
City Swell
The city swells with summer anticipation
Participation in a phenomenon
Of chanting out the spring
Rushing in the summer
People begin to emerge late nights
On Manhattan Ave.
Speaking louder than in the cold months
Making new promises
Creating new lives to be lived
All this as the winter and spring
Give
Way to a new season
Of excitement
To relish again
That warm summer air
Forget winter cold
Take off your jacket
Live without a care
A Winter Dawn
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
A Cup of Songwriting 