Coffee & Jam

Hazy clouds block out the night, while we try, try as we might To conjure spirits of traditional rites

And burst forward with magnificent bites.

The sap is boiling and pops to a beat, as we foil any retreat Navigating past all of the tropes

You introduce us to a new set of notes

We bond through the melodies, the lows and the highs

And though the path’s not clear, we follow it there

Smoke from charcoal is stinging our skin Spruce and maple now join in the spin

You lead a hundred or a hundred and one We find our voice and sing a new song

Pixelated sunlight arrives, it cuts like a thousand knives While the coffee has grown cold,

We know the story is just being told