Coffee

Black coffee,
White coffee,
Why the coffee…

Why the coffee always cold in this house?
Did you get your drugs straight?
This ain’t water.
Waking up
Sunday morning—
Thursday morning,
When you leave the house,
Why the coffee always cold?

I was not supposed to write you just yet,
Made a deal with my own private god.
But sometimes,
When the sky looks like the ocean I think of you.
Yeah, most times
When your eyes look like the ocean I dive into you.

When there used to be water,
My brother and I drove from Austin to California,
My lover and I drove from L.A. to Austin, Texas.
And though she ain’t my lady no more, no more,
The bold face is for how many bodies I swim in now.
It’s true, the Colorado bit.
But you know we could swim another river.
This geography keeps on changing on me.
But what if I become a daddy?
Yeah, what if you do?
Who’s gonna be a daddy to you?