cloud coffee (minor duet)

who am i? well i see clouds in my coffee,
i see patterns in the sky, and there
are dancers in the grasses moving in the
ancient step from the history that defines me
to the notes that outline me.
see i could point you out in the masses
as the one who would complete me, and so I let
you stay around. i said, come here boy and
follow me down, we’re taking it slow tonight.
these people is headed towards the easy light.

work it out girl.

i will show you the way. boy, i know how to play
that music you like- come here boy and set with me,
if i wanted to cook the gumbo with lives,
would you let me? prevent me from telling n
the word down the street? who’s bringing the
foreman’s whip down with a crack, for generations not one
of us has faced the world with a bent back.
woman said, “let her go child, she ain’t talkin smack.
she’s got the history down pat don’t y’all know?”
she giving it to you smooth,
like black coffee’s flow-”

clouds in my coffee,
clouds in my coffee....

so i do not idolize that set. i despise
those who can live without the word
in their blood and honey i always find something,
to write about and then i sound it out.
guilt is never mine. and tonight,
we’re going to have ourselves a good old time.
you gotta preach it to sell it,
gotta feel it to tell it.

and it if it wasn’t for that damn cream they’re be no-

clouds in my coffee,
tell em carly.
clouds in my coffee....