Author’s Note: I’m going to talk a little bit about jazz. I speak from the perspective of an amateur pianist with…
The New York rain kissed her face.
I never said I was oldyet time seems to be passing me bylike a cold wind.
Youth has not left me to my own deviceyet death’s arms have my neck in a…
And it was back to the concert hall. The scraps of scorched wood crying in agony chafed his hand…
Papers flew off the back of his bike as he rushed through the streets to the coffee shop.
wow.
it’s the fourth one.
at this point i’d be repeating myself,
26 letters…no capitals…emotion…blah blah blah.
but now i look at myself and realize the emotion i’ve been showing.
ah, yes.
here we are again.
another mix of just twenty-six letters.
welcome to a plethora of questions.
a strange reality,
she left me.
she was my world.
she isn’t here.
she took away the joy.
the conversations we had.
in the coffee shop.
life gets pretty tough,
we all know that,
yet life’s pretty good,
i’m sitting here listening to some shit from the 80s,
chillin’ out here in cali doing my work,