first cup of coffee

not that you take your steps without a pause
for thought or changing bag from hand to hand
or caught in a thought or vision you just stand
perfectly still considering what the cause
might be or how the operation follows fixed laws
you're in a place where no applause is canned
and every singer hopes to beat the band
the rules are clear there is no secret clause
now when the music comes on in the dark
your feet move of themselves in the old dance
and years drop off for a moment of pure shock
that is the sign of transformation the clear mark
that says that nothing happens just by chance
yet when we're all done there is no solid rock