Coffee In July

Lyrics

A snapshot in real time, the flip side of a coin

Like an old historic photograph from a yard sale in Des Moines

It’s anybody’s guess, just where to place your guests’

Winter coats at the cocktail hour, July in Key West

Ernest Hemingway, Cuban refugees astray

Both live their life unlike your life, like every other day

An evening rain just passed, heard it pelting on the glass

A window pane can surely paint a pure picture at last

Of the things it’s surely seen, like an old slow motion dream

And the coffee pot can’t be brewed by one lonesome bean

Backyard brawls over scrimmage balls flyin’ by so fast

Try to brake on down the backroads, life’s pumpin’ on the gas

There’s a damaged item in an old convenience store

Marked wrong in the back aisle, though it’s surely worth much more

The clerk can’t quell the vagrants, can’t correctly count the drawer

Columbia shaped coffee stains surely smear the floor

And every day you stumble back and stand in line for more, for more

I’ve walked a million miles, and landed on today

I coulda’ worn a dapper coat, but this thrift store one is frayed

I’ve dabbled with denial, of losing chess games in the shade

We could’ve cast a different vote, the constituency’s been slayed

By vicious views and neon hues, turns a-ttention away

From the brooding bear, and mindless stare: democracy at play

There’s an item up for bid on The Price Is Right

Want it so damn bad on Monday morn,

didn’t know know about it Sunday night

A movie and popcorn distracts your day towards delight

Faltered and forlorn, make a move, well I just might

The sun will rise again, even pitch black can turn to bright, to bright