Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

somewhere
7 thousand miles away
we sit together
coffee cups
band sound background
face to breathing face
our pores flashbacking
hands in sweaty immediacy

someway
7 thousand miles away
we scrape forks on empty plates
our over-easies, scented toast ambience
elbow to elbow
sleeves rolled up
as we dig into life's stories
smacking our lips on words hungrily chewed
napkins in ready to catch the overflow
and we flow on

someday
7 thousand miles away
we wait for the silence to remind us we're real
heat of our bodies
shared on a calendar day like this
and we sigh
with nothing more to say


judih

the restlessness of 2 am.
soothed by warm waters
fish that's gotta swim
laid down the notebook
and the writing pen......no
hurry this morn......no blurry
eyed wake-up call.....sittin' at
the diner, over easies shinin'
like twin stars....illuminating
all that we are.........................

staring at me staring at you
shine of napkin holder
shimmering on wiped down formica
so, is it always this cold
the thought steams up the window
the grill hums over our shoulders
what day is it, anyway
do you feel deja vu
wait! i knew i knew that
again comes the laughter
some guy is miraculously alive
in the other booth

terrible coffee, but its hot
we both ask for more
waitress shakes her head
that pot's seen better days
we settle for passive smoke
and a look at a street sliding home

I kinda like this diner
great music on the
jukebox and talk about
autographed pics on
the wall....this place has
em all....this guy next to
me is havin' a veggie omlete
looks good to me.....with an
order of hash browns on the
side, everythings gonna be fine...........

so, didja hear So What
Garcia with Davis Grisman,
yeah

So, what were you saying?
omelette, and the space
the Dead and their space
too bad he's dead

cellphone, scuse

ya see I'm loadin' up
the truck...ya see, with
all the art works, don't
ya know and I see's this
dude with a skateboard
and a halfmoon in his nose
and I says, "hey man!" and
he stares at me and say's,
"FUNKS?"........................

Funks?
Fear of flying, i tell ya
Funks ain't no question
it's so absolutely a statement
Funks is down to earth Yeah
the smell of the sweat and the beauty
pure gravitational ecstasy
life uplifted by wired wings
Funks!

skateboard's on fire, kid
next full moon, you'll catch a glimpse

took the show down
nice fat check in me
pocket....on the cusp
of turning the flip.....
my time on earth too short
stack of pancakes never
tall enuff.....and still I puff
and the smoke rises.....
dazes filled with surprises.............