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
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
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
City will fail Me
Displace me
Let me down
My mind
My voice
My reasons
Sometimes I get back up
At times you just lay down
No one asks questions
I just look around
And decide
Whether I should
Get back up
–
Until cooler heads prevail
Under mild winds
Set sail
No good will come of this
No anger will resolve
Will new problems evolve
Cutting new wounds
Deeper than the original
So until cooler heads prevail
The boat sits in the harbor still
Waiting until
The patterns change
Sending this craft back
On its way
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
Some days I count
Other days are spelled out
Each letter taken
With care and attention
T
Thunderous and thoughtful
Thinking it through
O
Offering wonderful oblique
Opaque moments
D
Dazzling distractions
Distant drunken cousins
A
Ample amounts of inertia
Aching in mornings
Y
Youth charged nights
Young and yearning for life
Returning to metrics and numeric
Counting days
Passing like reflector strips
On the vacant highway
1
2
3
Passing by the seats of you and me
Today we take each moment
Cherishing
We try to own it
What we say
What we do
The eager morning awaits
Me and you
After many pains, deliberations, and delays
We are finally ready to make our way
To NYC and the east coast
We packed our bags
But still left most
Of what we owned behind
Tight car little time
Here we go
I-80 and the turnpike
I pray it clear with no ice
And we hope to make New York city
By night
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
Great discoveries happen
To those who wait
Create
Stay up late
I have found
Myself
Doing this often
Lucky it is
That I get more than bags
Under my eyes
But this frees me
Lets me connect
Whether it wrong or correct
This is when it happens
When all else is gone
Quiet
This is my escape
A Cup of Songwriting 