Barefoot on Tile

Slipped out of bed before the house woke up

Padding down the hall with my half-empty cup

The tile says good morning in its cold and honest way

Snaps me into something like the start of a good day

Radio on low somebody's trumpet cutting through

The neighbor's dog is barking at absolutely nothing new

I sidestep the wet patch by the kitchen door

Spin a little why not that's what kitchens are for

Barefoot on tile barefoot on tile

I could stay in this kitchen for a good long while

The grout lines map a city only I explore

Barefoot on tile who needs anything more

Eggs on the counter bread that's going soft

Window cracked just enough to let the outside loft

A fly comes in and figures out the screen too late

I rescue him because today I'm feeling generous and great

Somebody is mowing three or four doors down

The smell of cut grass sneaking all the way to town

I pour the last of yesterday's cold brew on ice

Some mornings don't need fixing they just need to be nice

Barefoot on tile barefoot on tile

I could stay in this kitchen for a good long while

The grout lines map a city only I explore

Barefoot on tile who needs anything more

And I know there are places

I said I'd be by noon

And I know there are faces

Expecting me soon

But the light just hit the backsplash

In a way I can't explain

And my feet are very happy

So the rest can wait again

Toast is burning slightly that's the perfect shade

I eat it standing up like every good decision's made

The trumpet on the radio goes somewhere unexpected bright

I do a little shimmy and I think yeah this is right

Barefoot on tile barefoot on tile

I could stay in this kitchen for a good long while

The grout lines map a city only I explore

Barefoot on tile who needs anything more

Barefoot on tile who needs anything more

Cold tile warm sun

Nobody watching nobody to run