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One,two,three
I'll make a sketch
And I'll let you see

Four,five,six
If you dance with me
I'll make you move your hips

Seven,eight,nine
I'll be happy
To make you mine
As the young boy sits in the dark
Slowly a shadow is laying on the floor
And a small dog starts to bark
The boy stands up with his face filled frightness
As if he had seen a movie filled with gore

His parents heard a shout from the room
From that little boy
As if he just met his doom
He was just a boy filled with joy

Now he is gone
Since the time of his fright
It was nice for him and his dog to bond
Eversince that one night
this feels so new york
listening to smooth jazz
        drinking wine and coffee
in your room with the
                     hard floors
and the
                 soft bed

and hearing you say words like
                   fantastic
                                                and
                  i'm not tired

we stay up until 2 am,
me in a cocktail dress and heels,
you in a tux

and honey, we're running
          on central time.

in New York, it's only midnight.
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
CharlesC
Over the centuries
a transforming logo
promoting and shaping
our dance with coffee..
a seafaring birth
fifteenth century siren
exposed and sensuous
twin-tailed mermaid..
her seductive history
reached to Seattle
with nautical theme..
one lasting effect
many centuries told
with modified modesty
her crown remains..
this enduring connection
upper and lower
crown and creation
transcends the coffee..
the logo reminds us:
senses through time
stimulate and attract
crowned light above...
I remember
a bud between my lips
lighting it
inhaling the danger
the rush
invading my veins

I remember
everything
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
CharlesC
this American crossroads
on a cold winter night..
parallel people observed
their laptops and smartphones
foci of isolated attention
connecting to elsewhere..
no central cheer
as might be conjured
in older places with
a warm central stove..
coffee art on the wall
seemed stagnant ignored..
youthful waiters serve up
Gold Coast Joe
Blonde Roast
to customers soon to
sit down and withdraw..
headlines in the NYT rack
reports political struggles
parallels of scale..
a barrenness..
these are parallel times...
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