Morning Jam

The ocean always pours somewhere onto my paper

Just add some coffee

And ill call you later

Fingers mimic notes

Listening to famous jazz players

Mind of tides

The moon pulls me to obey her

The sunlight aways drips somewhere onto my paper

A golden flower grows outside windows pouring in liquid pollen

Sweet and potent

If the moon was a flower it would never stop growing

Thanks to the help of is rival opponent

Jam always spills somewhere onto my paper

I shovel the coals for the day

I hate living in a tuba-wear container

The fire goes out whenever you don’t like what I say

I guess that’s why my lid is tapered, dented from the games we play

Sandman’s dust always falls somewhere onto my paper

Like a mouse you eat the crumbs in my mind

So I call just to say see you later

Forgot to make the coffee, but its fine

It would probably just spill somewhere onto my paper

This mornings tragedy, you see it as a masterpiece

Our mind of tides