“Dude you gotta just roll with it”
You speak with softness and calm.
And I keep on plucking, bit by bit.
Focus on the strings hover by my palms.
I always scoot by Koffee to say hello.
And there you wave, or strike a pose.
Maybe we’ll be rockin in your backyard
jammin on breezing hammocks never feels hard.
A porch, a garden, a giant bird feeder.
“Dude, you won’t get scorched,
I’m a safe fire breather”
ha ha ha ha
I see you on your bike
with rhythm in your feet
even wheels can’t help but dance
to your looping beat beat.