An honorary reprint from 2017....
If I could have any job in the world it would be
serving coffee on New Years Day
to the homeless and the middle class
the chimney sweeps
and the cleaners of the glass
the mirror-makers
the pigeon-takers
the lions on the steps
If I could have any job in the town it would be
serving coffee on New Years Day
riding a horse into the nearest mission
and ringing the bells slowly
hearing them echo through the mountains
dipping my hand into the river stream
washing my face
with cool water
to drink
If I could have any job in the house it would be
serving coffee on New Years Day
the world will get smaller
type writers will get bigger
and we will all carry around the world
pressed up against our noses
on the night train
the CTA is full
of homeless people peeing in the corners
and sophisticated fools
pissing away time
on Facebook
If I could have any job in the room
it would be serving coffee New Years Day
making up a poem
about the world being a better place
and rolling up my sleeves
to grab the silver kettle
and pour hope into glasses
and leave tyranny
in the saucer next to the sink
If I could have any job in my heart
it would be serving coffee New Years Day
I want to give you something to look forward to
world
a sip
a taste
knowing everything will be OK.