Brother From Another Mother

He’s the guy you’ve known since Grade School
And now you’re at a dive bar having drinks
You’re sharing stories nobody else knows
And you both know how the other one thinks

You struggled through the awkward years
Traded sports cards & Playboy magazines
You’d sit in the treehouse and play cards
And you’d tell him all your unrealistic dreams

Well he’s your Brother from Another Mother
Your confidant and best friend in the world
You’ll battle over which baseball team is better
And you might have crushes on the same girls
He’s the friend you like more than your siblings
and the one who’s the yin to your yang
He’s your Brother from Another Mother
Who’s a good person and a hilarious hang

He’s the boy who you’ve been in a truck with
The one who has your best interests at heart
He’s your wingman, your partner in crime
Who you don’t pine for when you’re apart

You tell him things you won’t tell your lover
Secrets you hide from your Mom and Dad
Stuff kept from your sister and older brother
He’s the only reliable ally you’ve ever had

And he’s your Brother from Another Mother
He’s not attracted to you and you know why
He’s shared something you can’t tell anyone
He’s fallen for that attractive athletic guy
Who’ll never return his affection back to him
You once kissed and you deemed it a mistake
You’ll remain his Sister from another Mister
On his birthday, you’ll always bake him a cake

He was my dear Brother from Another Mother
He was with me through the good and the bad
I remember videogames we’d play for hours
And all the crazy days and nights he and I had

His parents let me stay over at their house
Fed me great food, man, I had a lot of fun
His Father wore a Greek Fisherman’s cap
And I hoped one day I would too wear one

He was my Brother from Another Mother
My dear confidant and best friend in the world
We didn’t fight over which team was better
But we had crushes on the same cute girls
He was the friend I liked more than my siblings
and he’s was the crazy yin to my weird yang
He was my Brother from Another Mother
Who was a good man and hilarious hang

He was my Brother
from another Mother
from another Mother
He was my Brother

My Brother.

September 22, 2019

To the Lake and Back

I had a few dollars in my wallet
And I asked her for a walk into town
She went upstairs to get her sweater
And said to me she’d be right down

Then she walked down the staircase
She was showin’ those pearly whites
She winked at me & said she was happy
I could tell it was one of those nights

I told her I loved her to the lake and back
I’d say she was the one I wanted forever
I’d paint her dreams with my sincere words
Each day with her got better & better
I felt so fine with her hand in mine
As I told her my truth line after line
When we got to the sign by the track
She said she loved me to the lake and back

We dated all through my Senior Year
Even though we went to different schools
Our parents thought it was just puppy love
Acting like a couple of lovesick fools

On Graduation Day, she sat with Momma
They didn’t know each other very well
But from what I saw, they got along
A good sign for us as far as I could tell

She said she loved me to the lake and back
She said I was the one she wanted forever
Momma knew those were heartfelt words
She said “You’re good for him, you better”
It felt so good to me that they got along
I knew everything would be just fine
I felt like I was a big winner of blackjack
Man, I loved her to the lake and back

We married in a chapel out in the country
And we promised “Til death do us part”
Every early evening we would take a walk
To this day she still has my devoted heart

But now my love has gone away to Heaven
And I’m raising our daughter best I can
I pray to God she will one day fall in love
With someone who’s honest & has a plan

He’ll say he loves her to the lake and back
Tell her she’s the one he wants forever
Paint her dreams with his sincere words
And each day will get better & better
He’ll feel so fine with her hand in his
As I he tells his truth line after line
And when they get to the sign by the track
She’ll say she loves him to the lake and back

She’ll say she loves him to the lake and back

July 17, 2019

Don’t Forget Your Key

You’re heading off to college this morning
I got up early so we could talk before you go
I’ve made pancakes with chocolate chips
And wrapped something up with a bow
I know I haven’t been the greatest father
I missed some softball games you’ve played
That whole year I spent away in California
Wasn’t the smartest decision that I made

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

You’ve liked my Chevy since you were eleven
But I didn’t let you drive it, you got a Bug
I was too overprotective and domineering
Hooked on stubbornness like it was a drug
Your mother said you’ve cried in your room
Whenever I said your choices were wrong
Even when you snuck out your window
I kept it secret and didn’t want to hurt Mom

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

I’ll tell you you this, I’ll miss you like crazy
I’ll miss hearing about each lesson you learn
I’ll miss those things you don’t think of now
Like the picture from Prom you had to burn
It was of you & the boy who broke your heart
Who left you for a mean girl you didn’t like
I hope you’re ok with taking my Chevrolet
To college instead of that 4 year old bike

Honey, I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

Oh,
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key
You’re always welcome to come home
And visit your Momma and me
We love you daughter, don’t forget your key

July 13, 2019

The Better Thing To Do

Before you took a walk outside
And I never saw your smile again
We talked for quite a while
And fondly remembered when

The rooster crowed that morning
The grass outside was damp from rain
We talked about the pleasure we felt
We tried not to speak of the pain

When you and I both realized
We weren’t meant to be
When you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
When we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
When we had to move on to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I remember holding your fingers
And you’d release them suddenly
The moment I tasted your lying lips
And stopped believing the mystery

I was in denial of what was happening
I couldn’t end it that August night
Now I know I should have been honest
Like I used to be when we’d fight

Like that night
When you and I had realized
We weren’t meant to be
When you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
When we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
When we had to move on to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I sit here on our front room couch
And the kids are at their Mom’s place
Just woke up & realized I’ve been dreamin’
Cause I get to see your joyful face
I look into your sienna eyes
And those lips I love to softly kiss
You’re the one I can’t live without
The one I’d go crazy about and miss

If we realized that cold August night
We weren’t meant to be
If you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
If we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
If we moved on quickly to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I’m so relieved we didn’t conclude
Saying fare-thee-well would be
The better thing to do

Babe,

I’m so relieved we didn’t conclude
Saying fare-thee-well would be
The better thing to do…

July 2, 2019

Red Flags

Well, I’m a different writer
But it’s the same ol’ trope
Talkin’ ’bout a couple of kids
Who decided to elope
They were forbidden lovers
Their parents didn’t approve
So they packed their things
And they were on the move
First stop was Vegas
They found a chapel there
Got hitched by a preacher
Who had Elvis Presley hair
Then they both got jobs
To eat & pay other bills
But they soon were addicted
To gambling for thrills
One night at Caesar’s Palace
They were on a winning streak
At one of the Craps tables
They he had to take a leak
She at the table on her own
And she bet it all on black
But the ball landed on red
The chips were put in the rack

That was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
And he decided he’d had enough
The times were getting too tough
Told her he’d rather
have a stroke or heart attack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

So he went on his own way
Left her there without anything
And she sat outside on a bench
She thought of pawning her ring
Then someone from Valet
Asked if everything was all right
She said she had nowhere to go
She needed a room for the night
And the Valet decided to help her
Got her a room for a few days
So she’d be off the streets &
Not hitching rides on highways
Not selling herself for money
Or blowing it all on meth & drinks
Not chasing users and abusers
Not washing in Truck Stop sinks

Cause that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
She was sick of losing the game
And being told she was to blame
Her boyfriend keeping a gun
In his Army green gunnysack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

June 21, 2019

Sweetheart from Soquel

I once had a sweetheart from Soquel
Who moved across the bay from Carmel
We worked together at a local resort hotel
That summer she had me under her spell
I was a couple of years older than she
I don’t know what she ever saw in me
She already had her Associate’s degree
And loved reading all my latest poetry

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

She said she knew I’d be famous one day
She knew eventually I’d move down to LA
She helped me polish my original screenplay
We’d go on drives to beaches in Monterey
She was my dear sweetheart from Soquel
While I was very shy, she loved raising hell
Others didn’t think she was a bombshell
To me she was, and she treated me well

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

That sweet summer came to a close
We broke apart but that’s the way it goes
Where she is now only heaven knows
She haunts me like a ghost at my shows

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

Luck

She knew my story likely a little too well
It was the kind of tale I couldn’t quite sell
I was a bunch of basic for someone like her
She was the same age, but more mature

She had admirers who were older than me
Who I’d get to know and like reluctantly
I was jealous of those guys who she dated
She’d treat me like she and I were related

Sometimes we’d hug and I’d look in her eyes
Like at the County Fair when I won her a prize
And I thought eventually I’d have a chance
Like the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance
We had a great time, everything was right
And we sat on the bed of my pickup truck
But we never kissed and I was outta luck

She had light Auburn wavy hair & freckled face
We’d spend time together just about everyplace
I’d pick her up in my Chevy I bought from my Dad
And I’d spend every last nickel, everything I had

The more I did with her, more boys came around
Guess they wanted some of the happiness I found

Cause
Sometimes we’d hug and I’d look in her eyes
Like at the County Fair when I won her a prize
One night she asked me what was wrong
I told her she and I felt like a great song
I said, I felt like everything was going right
As we sat on the bed of my pickup truck
But we didn’t kiss then and I was outta luck

Years later I ran into her at the local corner bar
She was promoting alcohol & looked like a star
And I asked if she could go out after her shift
Turns out she wanted to give me a special gift

That night we hugged and I looked in her eyes
She was beaming like when I won her that prize
She said she was sorry for how she treated me
She just felt like we were better as like family
But then she switched and kissed my lips
As we sat on the bed of my Silverado truck
Suddenly I had that girl and a lifetime of luck

Oh, suddenly,
I had that girl
and a lifetime of luck.

April 5, 2019

That Kind of Wrong That’s Right

We met in high school
She was trouble for me
She lived across town
In a broken family

I was really lucky
I had some stability
That attracted her
To her I was somebody

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right
That kind of wrong that’s right

She’s doesn’t cook or clean
At least she isn’t mean
She can balance our books
And has great hygeine

She’s got a blazing heart
And is stubborn as can be
But when her hand’s on my cheek
She’s all I’ll ever want or need

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my sleepy eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right
That kind of wrong that’s right

Her parents don’t like me at all
That just makes her love me more
If they start yelling in our place
She quickly shows them to the door
They say I’m too easy on her
They say they’re deeply worried
We just look over at each other
The tell ’em we love our journey

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my sleepy eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right

That kind of wrong that’s right

March 1, 2019

There’s No Shame In Being A Country Boy

You can be ashamed of being a rich kid
’cause your parents give you what you want
You can be ashamed of being middle class
and of Uncle Jeb who’s a chef at a restaurant
You can be ashamed of your hand-me-downs
and your little baby brother named Roy
You can be ashamed of all your relatives
but there’s no shame in being a country boy

You can be ashamed of your troubled Ma
who treats waiters like they did her wrong
You can be ashamed that David Allen Coe
wrote your favorite Outlaw Towering Song
You can be ashamed of Granddaddy’s cabin
You can be ashamed of all your cheap toys
You can be ashamed of your unworn boots
but there’s no shame in being a country boy

‘Cause you wake up in the morning
and you feed the animals we own
And you’ll take pride in raising them
‘Cause it’s due to you they’ve grown
You were taught to do these chores for us
to build your heart with compassion & gold
There’s no shame in being a country boy, son
Life’s not what’s your image or in your billfold

You can be ashamed you don’t say things right
You can be ashamed of that beater you drive
You can be ashamed of our three-legged dog
and old gray mare out there who’s still alive
You can be ashamed of this old farmhouse
Here in the smack dab center of Illinois
But son, I know one day you’ll remember us
and say you liked growing up as a country boy

‘Cause country boys end up with country girls
and know how to raise a hardworking family
We make damn sure you’re never hungry
This old farm is worth more than a degree
You want to go off to a hoity-toity college
But son, don’t forget everything I’ve said
There’s no shame in being a country boy
Don’t let the big time get to your head

Son, there’s no shame in being a country boy
Don’t let the big time get to your head

February 10, 2019