bridges high.

nickels for a train ride.
babies are crying.
mile davis on the radio
black and white photos.
music that never ends.
many notes, many wishes.
times flies when the piano
is on fire. my mind doesn't
 know what to do with this.
as the night slowly and
awkwardly comes to an end.
i remember one thing,
don't   forget where you came
from. don't forget the name your
mother gave you and don't forget
to water your garden of life.
and sure don't forget your eyes.
as green as they can be.
i love you.