Two hot coffees
One carried from my beat last night
To the next mornings city
Where I split my tab
And wait for my article to charge
In light summers wand
I wasn't a jazz
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Two hot coffees
One carried from my beat last night
To the next mornings city
Where I split my tab
And wait for my article to charge
In light summers wand
I wasn't a jazz