Morning Light Jazz
The kettle's on,
the morning's slow
Light comes in the way I like
A cup of tea,
the radio low
Nothing here to rush or fight
The neighbour's cat
is on the fence
The toast is almost done
I don't need
anything except
This quiet in the sun
This is enough,
just this right here
A little warmth,
a little clear
No place to be,
no plans to keep
Just soft and slow
and half asleep
A book left open on the chair
A pen that hasn't moved in
days
I trace the pattern on the rug
Lost inside
a pleasant haze
I used to think I needed more
But this is all the good I know
A small and ordinary day
With nowhere far
to go
This is enough,
just this right here
A little warmth, a little clear
No place to be,
no plans to keep
Just soft and slow
and half
asleep
Just soft and slow