Blue Bird Jive Chris Meraz Moisture beading, rolling, dripping, soft puddle splash.
Another warm weather Wednesday. Drip drip.
Coffee pot sing along. Drip drip drop.
Newsstand mayhem. One Danish and the times
Panic hurry constant worry a dollar and four dimes
Bus station complication. Taxi cab Houdini.
Blue bird Jive. Chirp. If you listen closely you can hear the grass growing.
Speaking before thinking, leaving without going. All the while time is passing
Late for work and no ones laughing.
Screaming sweating nervous breakdown
Running fighting for the next round.
Hold on, wait,
I’m really late will you take me to
Ridge and Eighth.
“ Hey my man……are you in a hurry to die…?
I see you shaking… like your ready to cry.
What’s got you this way…are you living the lie…
On your way to work…I see…
Maybe that’s why you…. aren’t smiling.
Take it slow young pup…swimming with sharks
When you’re still just a gup… in this life we all have purpose
Not just running with the mainstream circus…believe me when I say this…
You can’t hide behind money and power…if on the inside you are really a coward…
True power is obtained through your self…like characters in stories you read on a shelf…
Dreamers with drive, desire, ambition…make life your journey not another mans mission…”
Street sign red light click,
Slow, Stop, Go.
I let myself out. I never got the name
Blue sky, cloud cry.
Pastel pictures painted presence.
I actually heard the grass growing.
Blue bird Jive. Chirp.