Café Ritual

You’re a nugget drilled into my head
It’s morning and your street is sweet gasoline
You stop and you’re fixing up your hair
In the window of the café where you always used to preen
Then the sound of scraping chairs
Your voice is golden
And your lapping up your friends

And the coffees gotten hold of the swirling of the air
You’re on the ceiling
Your coffee creaming
While I work silently in this long distance nowhere
Trapped inside my head
With your café ritual
With your café ritual
With your café ritual

We said it’s too far apart to carry on
What you were to me was left up to chance
And the coffee grind’s enticing to the street
To anyone who might just take your heart
You’re warm inside the thick sweet aroma
And I’m the one that you must get over

My brother was the one to let me know
The barista came and made himself known
The café was your ebb and your flow
Now you got a place you call home

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