Well we made it through the snowstorm feelin‘ lucky to be alive / So I stopped in for a coffee, Charly pissed on the great divide / We went through Arizona found a place to stay / Laid down but feelin‘ hopeful ready for another day (Joe Purdy)

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room / Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom / It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood / So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good (Jason Isbell)

The instruments do not sleep in their dark cribs / They keep cool, meditate / They have speech with strangers (Omer Klein, poem by C.D. Wright)