Story of the Lone Cypress

Here I stand alone, 

they call me Cypress, Lone,

Granite hillside off pebble beach, every lens I reach;

Surviving after scarred by fire, 

held with cable for 50 years, 

On the edge I stand here,

for over 250 years;

Seen and photographed by many,

I keep growing happy,

Between pacific grove and pebble beach,

out to the sea I reach;

Only if there were plenty, 

Here alone we grow and not many,

See you again till next time,

Here I stand till end of time.

Cheers!

Hammett

Streetlife in San Francisco

Out here on the street, fretting about on my feet,

The night ain't too cold, and the city still awake;

Like a stranger, on the sidewalks of O'Ferrel street, 

Waiting for Starbucks to open, here I stand;

A guy comes up to me, looking for something to eat,

Offers me a diamond ring, which sure is a fake;

Asked me if I smoked weed, which I don't need,

I gave him spare change, of which all I had;

A dozen different guys, young, old, poor and in need,

Some of them for a fix, asking for something to take;

I better write a song, about this California street,

And sing it in the Union Square, after daybreak.

Cheers!

Hammett

Room Change Please

When you wake up at 4 in the morning, 

And ask for a room change at the reception;

One might wonder if  I am sleepwalking,

Any type of smoking room, I mention 

Coffee For Hatka

Taking a break before the next long flight,

The first place to look for inside any terminal;

Packed with strangers burning to their hearts' delight,

Everyone here got one thing in common somehow;

Well, the odd man out, I roll up and put alight,

Sipping on a Starbucks coffee, freshly brewed and hot;

Waitress calls me Hatka, was my tongue twisted slight,

Got few more hours to recharge, most of it on this spot.

Cheers! 

Hammett

Not A Castaway to Alcatraz

Flying to a place far faraway, 

Against time, a journey back away;

First time on Cathay with no delay,

This is gone be a long and tiring day;

To a place in San Francisco Bay,

In Alcatraz Island and lock away;

Where it'll seem like a long stay, 

Reflecting on that underplay;

Though I'm not gonna fadeaway,

I'll be gone forever and a day;

It's by no means a castaway,

To contemplate on the next play. 

Cheers! 

Hammett

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Wondrous Text

Sitting on the bed,

Here on the edge;

Looking at the text,

Wondering what's next.

Focused on the distance,

Waiting for the instance;

Considering all the options,

When there's only one solution.

Frozen Moment

The whole world seems depopulated,

Time goes oddly too slow;

The equation is not too quite completed,

To fix it, only you would know. 

Cheers!

Hammett

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Whispers of Tea Pot

The pot whispers,

Heart skipped a beat,

Igniting my senses;

Stomach wrapped in pretzels,

Disabling my defences.

Mind lost in thoughts,

Ignoring my pretences;

Soul trapped in phobia,

Delaying my responses.

A cup of tea, can be inspiratory,

In a place, of this tranquility. 

And the cup wonders. 

Cheers!

Hammett