Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • Drove to See You

    I drove down to see you,stood in your doorway, unannounced.You were there with another—I again felt like an outsider.I didn’t belong,not after I wrote you at length—so many love songs. My poems, wrapped in a box,delivered—but only to be forgotten.My heart still in shock:you were going away,never to be seen again—until the month of May,when…

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  • In a Sea of Lonely Nights

    A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights in that last hour of the day capturing words he wishes he had said writing them down so they’re out of his head Music fills the air soothing the tension lessening the cares Take a trip to the other side: what makes the other person tick,…

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  • Our Song

    Spinning the same song that connected us gets harder to hear. Each verse cuts deeper into what never was, what could have been; the longing to be near. With my fingertips crossing your beard, your fingers grazing my thighs, those longing sleepless nights I’ve waited to be alongside the one that knew the depth of…

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  • Endless Night

    At the end of the day The rain now steadily falls I’ve laid here for hours Waiting for sleep to come Keeping my mind company, I’ve put a few records on Spinning my favorites and laying low, Leonard, Elliot, Thom, and Isakov, Each song delivers a blow Throwing me back to years ago I’ve laid…

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  • Nightly Routine

    Late at night Lying in bedHeadphones onListening to musicOr a few recorded poemsReading the latest I attempt to craft a new oneOr brush up a draft not quite finished It’s becoming routineI’ve always beenAn undercover poetNow I’m sharing my words With my family’s support as an added bonus Shared are the happenings,The disappointments,The contests never…

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  • Mr. Tomato

    Mr. Tomato, my daughter calls you. Cute as can be, I laugh it off.But after giving it further thoughtshe has an idea that might be true:when squeezed too tightlyyour insides start to fall apart.But I’ll take it,maybe even with a slice of toast.Licking my fingertips,I want to savor every last drop.

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  • Poetry Readings

    Pour your heart and soul into every word, pull from the depth of every emotion, let it grab you, kick you around leave you feeling broken yet alive,your heart soars yearning to hear more This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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  • Clouds Dancing in the Sky

    Looking up at the clouds so high Watching colors stretch across the sky As they combine and spread apart gracefully An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by As the sun first wakes Golden hues are painted on the tips I’m struck by the beauty How lucky am I to be a witness As the…

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  • Words at Night

    All the words to say The sad ones The lonely ones The grateful ones The mad ones They circulate through you But never leave your lips Raging out onto paper For all to read But the ones closest to you Will never see Those words escape effortlessly Words poured out late at night And splayed…

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  • A Pause…

    It was all so close Was it just a dream for us to walk along the Thames Was it all in my head that we’d walk along the Seine To breathe in the spring flower beds To wrap ourselves in the warmth of our kisses The breeze would flow through my hair The sun would…

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