piano man

Shuffling along he spouts music theory
To a bus of obviously uninterested people
But the piano man plays on
A horrid stinch of a hard life and alcohol pour from every key
The women beside him slurs her words but malice can be felt
it's clear their history
He has led her to the bottom and her anger holds her there relentlessly
He patronizes her with old bible scriptures of the nativity story
She spits and raises her cane as if to strike him in disgust
She has fallen into womens historic problem
Believing in the brillance of a man to her demise hoping desperately he will fullfill his promises
In the end nothing but pain has come to furition
The piano man plays on seeming not to notice
Concrete wisdom that now without status falls on deaf ears
A rambling bafoon
To be chastized like a dog for the rest of his life

needle park

Corruption spreading like a disease
Baby who are you trying to please
With your hand on your knees
Oh I know that disease
Where do your morals lie
Only concerned with your piece of pie
Hey baby I'm just tryna get by
Yeah and I'm trying to die
So what do you supply
Sinking into empathy
Pill popping Johnny sold  that girl without sympathy
and the doctor said I can't help her without money
Bills to pay and people to impress slow that car down honey
Another dead girl to read about
Another dollar to sing about

shirt to give away

Im leaving you in the past
Where you belong if we are being fair
But love isn't fair is it?
Worn shirts with too many holes in them
 A comfort I can't let go
It's time for a new season
For snow to fall and presents to be unwrapped
but I'm stuck in the blaze of summer
Sitting on park benches drinking 40s
Talking about how great life has been and where the stars are going
and I can't let go
But it's time, time to leave yesterday and live today
and become who I'm meant  to be for tomorrow
I can't do that wearing this old dingy shirt
who now belongs to someone else
and maybe, just maybe, they wear it better
but before I let you go
I'll nustle my head in your soft fabric
Smell your masculine scent
I'll keep all the good times
and conviently forget the bad
Yes, yes I do believe it's time for a new shirt
One that fits all of me
And wants only me
A shirt to wear through all the coming seasons and not just sunny days
That doesn't wear too much and gets better with time

coming home

woke up before the sun
feeling well rested but never slept
in a room that I felt trapped in
sophicating smothering seduction
called my mom told her I was coming home
to lay my head down and submerge myself in unconditional love
theres nothing here for me
but late nights and bad decisions
I called my mom
told her I was coming home
 where my heart is
where I want to be

physically friends with no benefits

I thought having sex with you would satisfy some deep desire
I was wrong
the action itself was enjoyable surfacely
but that fades immediately after we roll over to our perspective sides of the bed
I hoped it would change
I would wake up and feel like I did back when we first went down this path
That person I don't know nor remember
but I recall the feeling of wanting you
only you
late nights envisioning your smile
now the thought makes me uneasy
it takes me longer then usual to get in a space where I can tolerate you
old wounds heal but still scar
visual reminders of how this path hurts
and it ends with nothing but scars to gain
you with your smile and wit
draws me in like a moth to a flame
I am ashamed
I shouldn't have looked back over my shoulder
I should have kept running

Indie vagabond

She who is dirt poor with a wealth of knowledge
carrying a bag of sunshine in her pocket
as rain drops drip down her legs
spent her last token on her word her bond inked on her body
looking at art can suppress the hunger
some angelic friend will feed her
drug her
make her forget and remember
what's important in life
the love you share
the love you create
mystical beings that stomp through the concrete jungle
they kiss you on the forehead and sprinkle glitter on your cheekbones
it's no wonder you are the happiest vagabond I know

coffee shop melodies

In the city where I came into being
listening to a local artist sing alongside his daughter
melodies of a beautiful life and dreams
he sings to me
this city can trap you, but leave you breathless
wondering where time went
reminiscing on times when we woke with the rising sun
to watch power rangers save the world on the small screen
a time his daughter will never know
its' 2012 and the days speed past us
the end of another month
I ask myself where did it go?
live in the moment
because regrets of the past will haunt you
live in the moment
because yesterday soon will be forgotten and tomorrow isn't promised
so sing to me today in hopes I will never forget