High winds and rain haven’t erased us yet.
The coffee is hot and good.

This old house sings with the wind like my old man hip
but I am grateful for coffee that is hot and good.

My old dog Barleycorn hates the high winds and finds no comfort
panting like it is too hot and there is nothing good.

I never saw myself being this person, worrying about a roof
but more some ignored bit of rock on the road, hot and good

so it feels ungrateful (I know) to scream I am weary and my hip hurts
while I am blessed with you and coffee that is hot and good.