Coffee Song

In a cafe worked a lady

Pouring art with foam to rival Kandinsky

For me

For me

Thunder in the morning

Ain't it just the way

When the dragons are in your head, with tales of dread

You need a fix, before you face the day

The scent of coffee roasting

It's like a sitcom from the Bronx

Hits your senses just like a wave, your cravings cave

You lift the latch, your eyes lock with hers

In a magazine, there was a beauty queen

Serving coffee refills with a Southern smile

She don't hold a torch to your love hearts

Pouring foam like Andy Warhol's art

For me

For me

Morning ritual, love perpetual, in a cup of joy

She's worked here since the 80's

When pumpkin lattes where a myth

She flunked all of her college dreams

For punk rock schemes, of playing bass with Patti Smith

But all that never happened

So she bought this joint, look see

She's been pouring shapes in my cup, fill her up

A little joy, a little art to break up the monotony

Here's a lighthouse, here's New Jersey

Here's a railway from my model train

What's your filter? What's your poison?

I tell her all my worries, I don't say my name

Here's a baseball from my homerun

Here's a jukebox with the hit parade

Play Aretha, I'll let you lead

Whirl me around this joint before the sun comes up at dawn

Morning ritual, love perpetual, in a cup of joy

You're a cup of joy