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American Tune

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
And certainly misused

Oh, but I’m alright, I’m alright
I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees

But it’s alright, it’s alright
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
Road we’re traveling on
I wonder what’s gone wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly

And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call The Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age’s most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune

Oh, and it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You can’t be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day
And I’m trying to get some rest
That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

lyrics by Paul Simon

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Poof* Take MY water

love poetry sociology

for those who serve

my bodyguard’s name

is guido

and i am unsure

how many poets


such a luxury

but he

is my right hand man

my protector

my valet

my chaffeur

my daddy

my early release for time served 

my reward

for every creep

who ever smelled the blood

in my little girl panties


Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

fifth & mercy st.

our lady of perpetual sorrow
hear my prayer
as my need is great

it’s thursday night
there’s a bottle of wild turkey
pleading the fifth
on the night stand

lou reed is singing about berlin
from a warehouse in brooklyn

grant me strength

as i have one more night to spend
fighting the good fight
inside the devil’s head

before a flight back to sanity tomorrow

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing


after the devil
has bent you over his desk
it’s easy to spot better angels
even when they’re from new york

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

when she saw through the window

the woman leapt from the cab
calling out thank yous for the pleasant ride
as she tossed the driver her fare

her presence was running late for dinner
fresh from the combat theatre
where it was her job
to sew fresh clean
unbroken wings
onto fallen angels

feet barely touching mercy street
as she flew down the sidewalk
in her trademark heels

but she stopped
two steps
from the freshly painted black door
when she saw through the window
who was waiting at her table

a fuming demon covered in need
she had dined with before
ready to be served a damned fine explanation

“There is nothing sexy about obligation…”
she whispered to the nun going by

there would be no mandatory meals that night

she kept walking
until she saw
the green of subway lamps
then caught the train home
to order chinese
from heavenly wok

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the angel of the annunciation

last night

i listened to

handel’s messiah

as i waited to sleep

a sudden awakening


the third movement

the messiah’s role in life after death

a visitor

gabriel came and sat

upon the edge of my bed

my son, not the angel


i am beginning to suspect

they are the same being

as i have seen them in a room together

at the same time

he had written a piece of prose full of questioning



on the nature of unknown souls


penned with his left hand

(the same side of god’s throne

his namesake sits upon)

i read the page of  wonder

beyond old testament wisdom

concerning the origin and motivation

of all things

it was then he spoke

he had decided

the soul is an energy which is our essence

when we die the essence does not go to

heaven or hell

but simply rejoins the collective

this is where we come from

this is where we return to

it is why our souls recognize each other

this is why we long to love each other

within the act of loving others

we are loving ourselves

he said these things to me

as the bass cried out

behold, i tell you a mystery


hosanna in the highest