CAFE RITUAL

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