Poetry For Everyday People
As The Party Continues
A new day,
six forty five a.m.,
thankful,
hot cup of coffee,
we watch the news,
sipping Starbucks
Italian Roast,
prepared by
Mr. Coffee,
running
in our heads what
needs to be done,
which deal has
the best chance
for us to make
a buck, gotta get
a graduation card
for John, a birthday
card for Lisa,
how much money to
put in? with John's
card,
throwing
our empty
bottles of wine
in the recycling
time machine,
last night
I didn't sleep much,
did a lot of walking
around the house,
thinking about how
close we are to a lot
of dreams, how love
sustains in the worst
of times, how it dances
like humming birds
on your heart,
we've turned
the corner, rounding
miracles home, between
you and I, without
a little luck
things can turn out bad,
a long ways
from sitting
on the park bench
in Raleigh NC
at four in the morning
across from the
Berkeley Cafe
after a night of
Blues, shots and beer,
too drunk to drive,
sitting there writing
on napkins under the
street light, trying to
keep my soul warm,
now I'm sipping
hot coffee, with
good red wine
taking a nap
until happy hour,
and I get up
to take a shower
where hot water
will surround my thoughts,
forty two, everybody
says we're getting old,
what's up with that?
we just saw Tony Bennett
in concert, Guitar Shorty,
Scott Holt, Springsteen,
Van Morrison, Santana,
Buddy Guy, Los Lonely Boys,
Willie Nelson, Jackson Brown,
B.B. king, got tickets to see
John Prine in September and Shelby
Lynne in July,
I got Kid Rock
and Bob Dylan on my
ticketmaster alert
seems we're still living
our lives as always,
we're just not into
general admission
or cocaine anymore,
music, love,
poetry, wine,
peace, innovation,
as sunsets bow
to dreams
and those
warrior enough
to go after them,
how sweet
a hot cup of coffee
in the morning,
with my girl,
at home.
six forty five a.m.,
thankful,
hot cup of coffee,
we watch the news,
sipping Starbucks
Italian Roast,
prepared by
Mr. Coffee,
running
in our heads what
needs to be done,
which deal has
the best chance
for us to make
a buck, gotta get
a graduation card
for John, a birthday
card for Lisa,
how much money to
put in? with John's
card,
throwing
our empty
bottles of wine
in the recycling
time machine,
last night
I didn't sleep much,
did a lot of walking
around the house,
thinking about how
close we are to a lot
of dreams, how love
sustains in the worst
of times, how it dances
like humming birds
on your heart,
we've turned
the corner, rounding
miracles home, between
you and I, without
a little luck
things can turn out bad,
a long ways
from sitting
on the park bench
in Raleigh NC
at four in the morning
across from the
Berkeley Cafe
after a night of
Blues, shots and beer,
too drunk to drive,
sitting there writing
on napkins under the
street light, trying to
keep my soul warm,
now I'm sipping
hot coffee, with
good red wine
taking a nap
until happy hour,
and I get up
to take a shower
where hot water
will surround my thoughts,
forty two, everybody
says we're getting old,
what's up with that?
we just saw Tony Bennett
in concert, Guitar Shorty,
Scott Holt, Springsteen,
Van Morrison, Santana,
Buddy Guy, Los Lonely Boys,
Willie Nelson, Jackson Brown,
B.B. king, got tickets to see
John Prine in September and Shelby
Lynne in July,
I got Kid Rock
and Bob Dylan on my
ticketmaster alert
seems we're still living
our lives as always,
we're just not into
general admission
or cocaine anymore,
music, love,
poetry, wine,
peace, innovation,
as sunsets bow
to dreams
and those
warrior enough
to go after them,
how sweet
a hot cup of coffee
in the morning,
with my girl,
at home.
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As The Party Continues
As The Party Continues
