Found some Passion in my iPhone

It has been so long since my fingers have had much to say. I have been talking a bunch but my fingers have been silent like an orchestra waiting for the show to start. I have filled their time with string songs and pencil pushing and they are now crying out to see the keyboard like a father to his child for the first time. Or maybe his second child for the first time. I never run out of good experiences to write about but the words have not flowed, its been a stop up and I have wanted in the back of my mind to let this cyberspace be filled with words that rumble in my fingertips. But I think today I have been moved in a way that has caused me to visualize the truth and the truth is that I am a writer and if i don't write I get backed up. Almost like a cheese diet. So many things have wet my appetite for words but none more then love and slightly better music. I am back in Austin for a week and already I have seen my family and set at my favorite dive coffee shop. Those two things are enough to move me but I heard a song that scratched my back like an old friend that has scratched a hundred times when you can't reach a itch. My sister sits across from me at the dolce Vita coffee shop. This place has a small bar and a small kitchen but on a Thursday night no one seems to care how small or how dive this place is. It is packed with what we call locals, they have been here every night for years but that does not mean they don't introduce themselves like they have never seen you. They know all the specials and they drink their coffee like kings and drink their wine like scoundrels. Not that late but they are ready for bed and a song that scratches my heart plays in my head. I heard a song from a poet and songwriter that made me more honest and change some of the lyrics that have been swimming in my soul. This guy wrote a song that moved me like I was a boulder that has been stuck like stone hinge. Collin Hay and all I can say is wow and tell the name of this song that pushed my finger into position, I don't think I'll ever get over you. It reminds me of loves lost and loves to come. In this life there is so much more then the one there are so many ones. You don't have to be married to actually love. Poets and warriors love the same with passion. 102 years old won't keep my heart from finding freedom from loves hooks. I think often that I am in love with many things that are not flesh like cities and should but that love won't let me go. No matter how long I live I don't think I will ever get over you.

written while I was in Austin