Brown beans roast Caramel hues

Falling on Embers of sweet bitters

Swirling softly blending cream & butter

Fall softly on palettes rejoicing

Voicing things sweet & tender

This is a wonder of texture

And timbre

It embraces the tongue and sustains the mind

Wrapped around smooth air tucked

In every cup waiting

To be released tender on ones tongue awaiting

It’s chance to dance for a moment

In ones conscious golden component

It is a treat to behold

A love to endure

And a true addiction of the senses

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At the Café people embrace thoughts and minds

Spilling on the edges of the cup

To be filled is one

To be embraced is to be much more

To sit lightly and await the subtle berries

Flowery greeting of the senses

It brings out the sky and air

Leaving gentle hues upon your mouth

Awaiting one more

This is not an easy love

To come back one more time

To refresh both mind and senses

It settles the mind

Awakes the rest in us

In a simple joyful recluse

To get away

Escape this world

On Hands

The feeling slight touch tampered

Pushed slow with cold and nimble finger

Fall unbending and holes hammered

I could not go far without these bending fingers

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To pluck a song or bend a note

Flowing words with these hands have wrote

Now gestured feelings have gone noticed

But the hands have feeling and know this

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Fingers fill future forms fair

With wispy time and southern air

These hands have given me a reason

To know the words fill and dare

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They say a lot about someone

Where they been things they have done

Hands hold the horrors and honors of life

Strife success and keep us alive with the rest

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Study wisely the lines herein

A soul can be seen worn

Down round the nails and within

But the hands are only the maker

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The maker of things so much greater

Greater than ever

But oh never never

Seen a man with the hands of leather

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The hand that has tended the field

Or played the piano

Passed the football

Just taken up a heavenly yield

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These are the things that connect and unite

Although can be made to fight in the night

It is the use that will tell you know

Where this fellas been from and where he might go

Gunna roll on down to Louisville

Out on those Indiana roads

Might get in by one or two

But who the hell really knows

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We just go and go and flow

And the wheels roll and fill the night full

The winter grasses while the evening dashes

From the height of day to the lull of night

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Now and then a passer by

Will procure a hand or a gestured sigh

For we have a bit to go and no way to know

How the night will go and the other folk

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Passing signs and dotted lines

These are the signs that we are getting there

There to Louisville on a crooked path

Around in Indy is where we will make our dash

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The night slowly laps against the wind on her side

We ride it steady and true and pray through the night

She keeps me safe and my lover alongside

So warm and cozy she has made this long ride

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Soft silky breeze on a humid winter night

You don’t see this often but it feels quite alright

Shocks that rattle and wheels that jitter

This old car still has it in her

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Incandescent lit gas stops that’s where she rests

To grab a small drink

She swerves and curves yet never quite wavers

Safety is first – got to spend money to save her

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But now the bridges we pass we are getting quite close

As the night creeks on that when she rattles the most

Now she is silent a cruise she is on

But with every sharp sound she still rumbles on

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A path she will find even in the cold of winter

Its easy to say she is not a pretty winner

We stop for dinner and pull right over

To Louisville we will be before night is over

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Siri calls out with a voice that is commanding

You are 5 minutes away from the land where you’re landing

The night is late now and I hope to rest even

However driving this car has got my head reeving

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Sun is long passed expired and the black is everywhere

I step out of the vessel into the night cold air

Tonight she did well

My eyes applaud her with a glance over my shoulder