Hard Times In The Big City

Written by: Adam Piper

Love
When it hits you like a ton of bricks
Wham!

You're down for the count
1.2.3...
You're up!

Your eyes rise to the sky
only to catch a falling star
for a split second

Whoosh!
Then  it's gone

You walk away
beat
then you see your old buddy Jack
"Jack!"
you shout out
and he shouts back too

You go to the local coffee shop
only to find what you ran away
from

You  look to your left
and in the corner
with his sometimes girlfriend
is a young punk
all dressed in black

They sit and shoot the breeze
about nothing at all
or even in particular

You walk further
and chat with the owner
about old times and good coffee
 
You proceed to sit
on the ragged and torn old couch
that reminds you of a couch
your parents once had back when
Kool & The Gang were cool
and whenever you heard 
Earth, Wind, & Fire
it really was a celebration

Your old buddy Jack
sits along side of you
and you talk of good times
and lost loves
you'll never see again

Then all of a sudden
Whoosh!!!!
It hits your ear like a frieght train
The cool sounds of Miles Davis
trump-trump-trumpeting
like no one else can

and then you think
"You know Jack, he sounds like I feel"
and you move on to talk about
the emotion and soul of jazz

As you sip your last sip of
coffee you remember what you
were looking for
Love

That funny and mysterious thing
that everyone longs for but
few truly have

So you hit the back streets
that are all but unfamiliar to
you as a kid

and you keep searching....

You keep searching
for that crazy thing
called love

But the question remains
"Did you find it Jack?"