The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T.S. Eliot
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Before the Toast and Tea is a singer-songwriter project in Omaha making time to create. Visions come before and after tea and toast. During, too. Visions with a soundtrack. Brownstacked, a cairn of toast. Soundcrack, the cracking of crisp crumb. Soundsmack, slurping hot tea.