In faraway places, they are watching the coffee plants grow.

They water, they weed, and they wonder, ‘where will this coffee go?’

Fair working day done, they send the coffee beans over the sea

Wondering, ‘how much happier could we be?

‘The world is finally good, Goddamn it’s been a long time...

To get rid of the poison, the unfairness, the grime’

On this side of the sea, it’s another ‘can’t beat Wellington day’. Our roaster springs out of bed with one thing to say: ’Super’, he says. Then, ‘whoopee’, with glee. ‘Let’s crack into the day, my name is Jesse’.

Another coffee roast done, packed and loaded onto our truck.

Enjoy your cup,

Follow your luck.