Ahh… drink in the dawn…
waking moments, delicious
… savor the bluebird’s song
Let us drink in the sunshine
From a cup of globe mallow
As do the angelic kind
Who sup alongside God’s throne.
Here’s to another springtime.
Here’s to hope for tomorrow.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...blossoms,
and blooms,
time,
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
soul,
a drink in the morning.
Filly’s saloon was a convivial spot.
For country-western music fans, this place was hot.
If you wanted entertainment, there was no need to go west.
In the city of Philadelphia, this was one of the best.
Anyone could go there. You didn’t have to be a star.
They had a very long and fully-stocked bar.
You could get any drink served in a mason jar.
If you wanted a margarita, martini, or a whiskey sour,
the bar stayed open until a very late hour.
A very generous portion could be held in a mason jar.
That is what made this night spot a star.
January 15, 2012
Tonight with a salty dog in hand
I sat and listen to old records of the past
I listen to words that so to my life does apply.
I wonder with thoughts rushing through my mind-
Where the years have gone
Oh how they have flown.
There was a time when I did so believe
In love and it's wonders within
But now I must admit
That was when I was young with age
And young with matunity.
Now I sat with drink in hand
And realize love only comes to the believer
Only to those who are willing to pay it's price.
Why must it be youth can't last forever
Why must it be we must accept the truth
That if you have loved once and been loved once
Then no more are you of a free wander
No more are you of a searching soul.
Now my glass is empty and it's time to refill
The records playing on
My minds' eye trying so hard to hide the truth
But with my youth gone
And a deeper knowledge taking it's place
I'll just take a drink and here's to you.-