The hustle and the bustle
Clamor of the line
All awaiting patiently
For beverage so divine

They’ll take your order quickly
Behind a gracious smile
Both the staff and furniture
Functioning with style

Write your name down on the cup
Cream or hot or iced?
Occasionally a little note
To make it extra nice

All of this is done of course
With spring in every hop
Delivering the perfect cup
Our favorite coffee shop

It’s ten past three and I’m awake.
How do I know what time it is?
After all, there’s no clock in the bedroom,
because its light keeps me awake.

You might also wonder why at this hour
I am awake. It’s because I itch.
Something bit me on my thigh,
and I had to look. So

I got up, checked the clock,
went to the can,
turned on the light, and
pulled down my pajama.

Still struggling
is TIME nigh\
some poet of Neo
to me the path show ...
ere!!!!

Melodies intertwined like gold filigree,
Mellifluous melodies must they be,
Echoing within cathedral walls,
A voice from which emotion calls,

Ancient, enticing and drawing one in,
To experiences never done or places never been,
Connecting with something not known,
Something felt but not shown,

As the chants come louder and unite,
A feeling of resolution and right,
A single voice to end what always had been,
Only to hear and never seen,

To some a deeper meaning drawn,
To others a mellifluous melody gone.