Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique

Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights

Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness

My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates

Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah

Soft early morning street lights g… As warm breezes caress the essence… The sun has yet to reveal what the… As the darkness swallows yesterday… Familiar anticipation

En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam

Sound bites the dust Dreamy starshine Sunshine burst births lovely green…

Sunshine Fluffy white clouds rain Rainbows Doves within

Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues