Coffee, Coltrane and Memories

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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2003-12-30 02:12 AM

This early morning breeze stirs memories
of harbor days,
the old ways of settling a score,
neon coffee diners
greasy eggs for energy,
spending half the night just for fun
rousting amateurs chasing dreams
with fakes I.D. and somebody's borrowed car,
never let it go too far
just sent them home broke and scared
to finish growing up.

This coffee's fresh
and doesn't stink of last night's trash;
I wake up these days still holding cash
and I lose track too easily
of the pedigree of each and every scar;
they're mostly gone you know,
on my kind of skin
they only show until the healing's done,
though looking close
you can still see the lines,
fine white threaded lace designs,
I wonder why my heart won't heal that well.

My favorite things
aren't always what they used to be,
I've learned to appreciate being free;
oh, I still live outside the law,
but now I'm honest.
The sun comes up late these days,
I'll wait for it here today
there's little else to do for men my age.

Another cup with Coltrane please,
no, there's nothing wrong
I'll sip my coffee in this early breeze;
I won't sleep anyway
and I'll think of all the pretty women I have known;
sometimes I think it's good they're gone
now they haven't aged a day
and it's more polite to think of them that way;
oh, I don't miss being young,
I just like thinking of them way back when
my mornings often started at sundown,
then I'd rise to be the baddest man in town
and sometimes days would seem as if
they were a lifetime long.

How I wandered through the years to now
simply puzzles me even more
than how I managed to survive the life I lived,
but I'll sip my coffee quietly,
the music's good,
the breeze is free,
and John sounds the same
as back when we were young.

©2003 by icebox

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2003-12-30 02:27 AM

Boy you hit a bittersweet target with this one actually, and I wanted to respond to it although I too still find the music great, and the coffee's actually better, but...

and I'll think of all the pretty women I have known;
sometimes I think it's good they're gone
now they haven't aged a day
and it's more polite to think of them that way;

As one of those ladies from back then I actually think I like the idea of someone sitting somewhere remembering me the way I was, and yes it is polite, very!

I too find the days a lifetime long sometimes, but I think I am grateful for that in fact.

I truly enjoyed this, and I mean it! Thanks for the memories, and it sure is nice to know I am not alone in having these kinds of memories. Happy New Year to you!

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2003-12-30 02:29 AM

damn! You hit this nail right on the head!

Michelle_loves_Mike

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since 2003-12-20

Posts 1189
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2003-12-30 04:33 AM

they say our tastes change as we get older,,,,but, some of us grow old before weve even lived,,,,,good read
Michelle

I wish all could find the true happiness I have found,,in the eyes of Mike

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

4 posted 2003-12-30 04:37 AM

smiling.

This aging thing might not be such a bad gig after all...

I'll take my coffee mellow too please.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2003-12-30 09:20 AM

Another cup with Coltrane please,
no, there's nothing wrong
I'll sip my coffee in this early breeze;
I won't sleep anyway
and I'll think of all the pretty women I have known;
sometimes I think it's good they're gone
now they haven't aged a day
and it's more polite to think of them that way;
oh, I don't miss being young,
I just like thinking of them way back when
my mornings often started at sundown,
then I'd rise to be the baddest man in town
and sometimes days would seem as if
they were a lifetime long.

~*~

This part came across with Coltrane's sound...
well done, Sir. Very well done!

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

6 posted 2003-12-30 09:25 AM

WOW!! Excellent write...
I very much enjoy yor style..
could read you all day ...
So post more please.

Hugs~

In the midst of winter..
I found there lives within me,
an invincible summer.

garysgirl

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since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

7 posted 2003-12-30 09:32 AM

and I'll think of all the pretty women I have known;
sometimes I think it's good they're gone
now they haven't aged a day

But, IceMan...we aren't getting older....
only better!!

Hugs to you,

Ethel

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

8 posted 2003-12-30 12:14 PM

Oh, my goodness! I am tucking this one into my library to read to my hubby this evening. Sounds like his "former" life, with some subtle changes. He tells his stories over and over to me....no...I never get tired of hearing them, nor his Neil Young music. Really enjoyed this icebox, thankyou. hugs, Chris

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

9 posted 2003-12-30 04:21 PM

icebox

"How I wandered through the years to now
simply puzzles me even more"

I think you learned some survival skills along the way. Hugs!

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