I have a blue fire burning inside
Driving in the early morning commute
It has inspired me so
So much so I want to paint it
The whole dim light view this morning
Was just simple perfect awesome
Heading south
Red lights everywhere in front of me
To the left on the north bound side
White lights everywhere
Each light two by two
Here there everywhere
Each far side of the highway
Deep deep dark pine trees
You could just make out the detail on the edges
The sky down low in the distance light blue
With a hint of yellow, orange, red...etc.
As the dawning sun was just starting to show
Above it deep darker blue clouds
The medium strip dividing the whole view
I was in a daze, really taking it all in
I was inspired by the traffic
I was inspired by my commute
I drive the speeding limit
Right in the middle lane
I keep good distance from the car in front
I sit back and daze out
I almost felt like I was floating
No I was smoking nothing
That was the great part
I found this zone
In my own head all by myself
I guess it was like a trance
Maybe a meditation, I don't know
Call it what you will
But yet still
I was very aware of everything
I am full of inspiration
I have a blue fire burning inside
Driving in the early morning commute
It inspired me so
So much so
I want to paint it
I will paint it!
DMM
10/19/09
The first snow flakes of the season fall in this early dawn
Red tail lights surround me setting me free
Free from this slow morning commute that I drive in
As I drift off and remember that night
The night; xmas eve driving to see the family
I seemed to be following an ambulance
Red lights a' flashing but no siren at all
Swiftly maneuvering the winding streets
Hmm I am still following them it just can't be
A left, a right and a right
Right down your street
It can't be it just can't be
I see a fire engine parked out in front
Now the ambulance parks right at its side
They rush in
I rush in completely numb tears building in my eyes
It just can't be it can't be
My brother in-law says don't go in there
Of course I do
Many firemen and ambulance people surround my father
He is on the floor his bare chest exposed
They seem not to be doing much at all
I know he is gone I know it
I walk back out the front door
Numb numb numb numb as can be
As if an odd dream
I walk to the end of street
I look out into the bay
Out towards the boston skyline
In total disbelief
But I know he is gone
Xmas eve he is gone
I collect myself a little
I go back in the house
They prepare him onto the stretcher
They take him out into the ambulance
They can't say to me he is dead
But I know we know he is gone
I see my sister
I see her two little ones
They saw Grampa on the floor as well
They will never forget
We will never forget
Dad, Grampa in his room surrounded by his art
His paintings his art
Clutching a winning ticket, a scratch ticket
20$ I believe
On xmas eve
He went quick
He went peaceful
He got the golden ticket out of here
Who woulda known it would be that night
I miss him so
Hazel will never get to meet him
He would of loved her so
This I know
I now have his art hanging in my AM Room
I hang my art next to his on the wall
Thanks Dad for endless inspiration
I will carry him on and on and on
Tell everyone about him
Tell them about his art
How he was a good man
He raised ten kids
He was a good man
As my Mother says,"He coulda stuck around a little longer!"
I clearly remembered that night of 6 years ago
It took some snow flakes and red lights to bring it back
I drifted right out of that commute to work this morning
I do not remember how I got to exit 37
Who was driving my car?
Dad?
DMM
10/16/09
