Coffee Song from Wild Place by Jack O'Rourke

Coffee Song
In a cafe worked a lady, pouring art with foam to rival Kandinsky, for me

Thunder In the morning, aint it just the way
When the dragons are 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 my love hearts
Pouring foam like Andy Warhol’s art just for me

Morning rituual, love perpetual, in a cup of Joy

She worked here since the 80’, when pumpkin lattes were a myth
Flunked all of her college dreams
For punk rock schemes, of playing bass with Patti Smith

But all that never happened, so I bought this joint For me
I’ve been pouring shapes in their cups, fill them up
A little joy, a little art to break up the monotony

Here’s a lighthouse.here’s New Jersey
Here’s a railway for your model train
“What’s your filter? What’s your poison?”
I Tell her all my worries, I don’t say your name
Here’s a baseball for 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 rituual, love perpetual, in a cup of Joy
You’re a cup of joy

• Alternative
• Chamber folk
• Folk
• New York
• alt folk
• ballad
• chamber folk
• coffee
• folk
• lyrics
• piano
• rock
• songwriter
• Cork