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
We work hard to keep the dirt out
Hands black from wiping
Our hearts exhausted from working
The place had to be clean
It was oh so concerning
This foreign place is now our home
A year we will commit
To making out here
Alone
It starts with clean sheets
A soft pillow and a bed
Find a place to rest your head
We clean it into a home
A place of rest and peace
To be quiet and alone
In a city that values it’s silence
More than money or time
Working hard and toeing the line
We will pass through good seasons
And bad
Happy and sad
Me and my love
Alone under the sky above
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
Between me and you
I want to know
Who can sing the blues
No care for stories or background
Just the way your voice sounds
So sweet is the irony
For
Back when the blues were constructed
Even now as the legends are being inducted
To the halls of fame
There story was never boring
Never quite lame
The story of these greats
Could make you pause
Even wait
To hear the next lyric
The next verse
To know what adverse
Conditions these men and women faced
We can not reduce this music
To technicalities and perfection
It has been hard born
Since the moment of its inception
I see the value in entertainment
But its straining my understanding
Of what music is
So I fall back to some classic blues
Stories from long ago
And I remember
That music is the sound
That makes life
Enjoyable
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
I just don’t want to be homeless
Not on my birthday
Anyday
But that day
The world can kick you when your down
But I must find a way around
Being without a place to live
This home can not come to late
Or else I will be homeless
When I turn 28
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
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