Jay Doiron's Blog

Poem

In the soft-lit hum of the morning car,
Red vinyl booths cradle the day’s first laughter,
Steam rising from mugs cradled between calloused hands—
Coffee, black as the night just past,
Tea swirling with honey and hope.

Bacon sizzles, a siren’s call,
Eggs—sunny, scrambled, over easy—
Promise new beginnings on porcelain plates.
Pancakes stack skyward, dressed in golden syrup,
Waffles gridded with memories of Sunday mornings.

Sausages and toast, jam spread ruby and sweet,
Orange juice beams in dewy glasses,
A citrus sunrise for the weary-eyed.
Outside, the world rushes by in streaks and silence,
But here, time folds and lingers
In the breakfast club’s embrace.

Here, old friends and strangers share
Stories, glances, and crumbs of kindness—
A simple fellowship, bound by butter and warmth,
Where each morning, the menu is hope,
And everyone is welcome
To begin again.

Audio

Lyric

[Verse]
Crack the eggs the sun is up
Toast pops like it’s had enough
Orange juice in a plastic cup
Life feels golden buttered up

[Prechorus]
We’re the crew of morning dreams
Waking up to crispy schemes

[Chorus]
We’re the Breakfast Club
Pour the coffee fill the love
Flipping pancakes in the hub
We’re the Breakfast Club
Syrup drips from up above
Catch the moment rub-a-dub
Yeah the Breakfast Club

[Verse 2]
Cereal swims in a milky sea
Bacon sizzles like TNT
Jam on bread Picasso spree
Every bite is artistry

[Prechorus]
Morning's anthem on repeat
Dancing feet in slippered heat

[Chorus]
We’re the Breakfast Club
Pour the coffee fill the love
Flipping pancakes in the hub
We’re the Breakfast Club
Syrup drips from up above
Catch the moment rub-a-dub
Yeah the Breakfast Club