one more cup of coffee

the first trip-token i gave pat was this medalion. i had to buy a bottle of rum i couldn't afford and couldn't drink (being preggers) just to have it. on the front is Hoti - the Zen patron saint and protector of little children, fortune tellers, and bartendenders. all to fitting... tomorrow he heads out again. he will be missed. and while he is away i will be singing dylan to the kids...
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.