Jacarandas

Jacarandas, cul-de-sac

Sliding down the stairs, new beige carpet

Life ain't move slower, just lay back

In our suburb San Diego home

Nanny always told me to chase my dreams

Filled my basket up with butter coffee and cream

She's got family recipes that aren't written down

In a sunburnt little suburb north of old town

There's whiskey in a old crystal carafe

My grandpa sitting sofa, the markets collapse

If you don't have an award, don't interrupt his shows