Coffee from Little Bloom by Holden Days

kelly, my doll at the coffee house
I drank my way down to you
clearest frames for your quiet eyes
you're like a ghost when you move
~
you know me now because i know you
today we held up the line
out common courtesy was intimate
and i tipped you a hundred percent
to buy myself another sip

you are standing still and i am
sitting at the counter
people come and we pretend we
run the family store
and now and then a wink on the side

i dreamt we were in a movie once
it's not a long-shot by now
you're anything that i want you to be
when none of our words will come out
so i'll just take another sip

standing tall so you can see me
over all the pastries
you glance at me when you make a joke to
see if i am listening
you accidentally grab my hand when you
take my empty cup
and then you go and fill it back up

• Experimental
• Indie
• experimental folk
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles