I love coffee shops and greasy-spoons
Where I can belly-up to the bar
To drink my brew
With classic rock or obscure beats
Rumbling through my brain
Keeping time with the ink I spew
Don't snap your fingers when I walk in
Don't ask me what I want
It's me you're pouring to
Just serve it hot and black in a ceramic mug
And put the next one in a paper cup
For me to breeze on out and bid adieu
