Rocking Horse

The dead of summer. 
A calm over the city, 
As everyone is indoors, 
Trying to escape the heat. 

The squeak of old springs 
A young boy sits down 
On a spring rocking horse 
In the playground outside his house 

Galloping through the steppe 
Fighting outlaws in the wild west 
Leaping across canyons 
Trotting across worlds unknown 

The little horse can take him away, 
Away from his bullies 
Away from his problems 
Away from his loneliness 
All without moving an inch 

Black Cat

The stroke of midnight. 
A black cat purrs in the distance,  
Its eyes piercing the darkness.  
The tip of its tail, white. 

The neon sign of the Jazz club  
Flickers.

A taxi pulls up besides the streetlight, and drops off a couple. 
"Keep the change" he tells the driver,  
Who counts off the bills. 

The back door bursts open into the alley. 
Four musicians step out for a break. 
The fifth is busy, 
chatting up a girl inside. 

A lighter clinks shut as they light up their cigarettes. 
A young trumpeter asks his bandleader: 

"Was that what you wanted, Alfred?"

The Rain

In the distance, I can just make out ,
The silhouette of the building, 
Through thick grey layers of rain.  

My destination.
The end of my journey. 

But with the world around me at a standstill, 
I will remain forever, 
This far from it.