Upon the shores of the Idaho banks
Lies a city of French coronation
Beauty bounding straight from the mountains
Fountains of fresh water springs
Water clashed out and sings
Pine trees weathered the western sun
Green coffee beans roasting
Swooning from the delicate flow of life
Tucked on the western sea side
Fresh air crisp in inhalation
Resounding in echoes smoothed out of the corridors
As my eyes rest easy
On this place just west of the planes
In a small town called Coeur d’Alene
Back at the Cafe
On the strained Route 94
Deep in North Dakota
Where the wind finds fields
Of exapanse and rips through
Rain pours over cargo trains
Bustling through the rich spring air
We stop for caffeine as we make our way
Due west
The ultimate test
Journey new
Undone
Headed right through
The storm
The coffee soothes the moment and lifts
The eyes
Now a brain soaked in caffeine
We continue
–
3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
The flawless defeat
Of the demonic judge
Ruptured the lines holding
A grudge
Numerous screams absorbed in defeat
Holding a rock now
Standing at his feat
To the sky his hands are held
Over the judges corpse bellows
Double the warmth running
Through his veins
Now transformed to flawless
Caves running from his heart
The heart of a man who has overcome
Challenges
Defeats
For he now
Is the only one left
On his feet
–
The fleet of beans
From all over the world it brings
A cup to hand
An arithmetic of modern invention
Shipped all over with modest intention
From the solid green
To a hollow black and brown
The second crack sound
A record taste of tremendous body
Not to be deceived or forgotton
With authority flavors delivered
A coffee from Burundi has me completely
Enthralled
From the tip of the acidity
To the depths of complexity
The pleasing sensation of a cup of coffee
The liquid performs slow alterations
To the tongue
Like a rabbits foot for good luck
In the morning
It preserves through the burst of caffeine
To the mind and heart
It swim the sea of my tongue
And winds down the windy throat
Coffee ingested
Thumb pressing on the mug gently
Wiping away the morning dew
Starting fresh
Anew
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Abandoned winds
Trademark holiday fields
Bursting with light greens
From the depth of winter snow beams
Unsettled video consultation
Hair covered over face salutation
A brother in arms
We move forward attempting
To right our wrongs
From our previously torpid ways
Deny science
Change
We harbor no feelings for advance
When we recede rather than succeed
Impede rather than proceed
The ice caps melt
Float away
We push it back another day
Another generation
Another worry for another nation
As the suns rays
Trap in our atmosphere
Our smiling unwilling faces
Burned and seared
There is no therapeutic release
From this great indignation
Jam our hands with more consumption
Pushing back the possible eruption
Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt
Of a concussion
We have the ability to go from sour
To marvelous
From sinister
To genius
It is now truly up to us
For we have watered down the glass
But now the glass overflows
We must take heed of what our actions sow
For the future
Our harbors will cease to exist
Unless we make moves to resist
Nature does not need us to persist
So it is a calling to action
Sounding the alarms
For we are now all bound as brothers in arms
A Cup of Songwriting 