2144 5th Avenue nestled between red brick buildings Harlem Blues Café, the gathering grounds of quiet scholars and romantics chasing isms for minds, fuel for weary eyes
all wanting the bitter taste, the smoking atmosphere the burn, burn of espresso grounds wafting on idle chatter of indie darlings with pierced ******* clinging to t-shirts, jeans hugging hip bones old men who bark at their tables, sputter over the NEW YORK POST—an 80’s ***** passed away mysteriously—and suits lingering in the doorway, cherry cigarettes aglow in pursed lips. I am taking an order, slipping out bills from a drawer and the woman orders a latte “no foam” which is a flat white but I won’t correct a customer
See, I am the barista of your dreams your friendly caffeine pusher who brews the strongest or perhaps soft love like milk froth but I still forget about the foam and now you have to spoon it off the top
Cursing like they diamond but they don't even cut glass.. Holding wraps of cash, but the top and bottom be 50's but the rest is the monopoly that they can't even pay...
They are burning rubber on the expense, but they rented, they dent... Paying back on the record company. You sold 50 thousand but you owe a hundred grand.
They ain't going to shoot out you knee caps, there just going to gang-**** your voice.. Thinking you original, swallow that pride, you one of there cash cows, they milking you, can you say Moo!!! ******* around making the milk sour.
They'll just pressure bolt you lobotomized, on the industry you either overdose, or working at KFC..
Think you had grills now sold off to pay the rent, the only thing you can afford is a tin foil grill and you only cooking, is burgers...
Time isn't a broken clock Your ticker does feel broken From time to time You can't please everyone Honesty really is the best policy A job can really Make or break you Sleep isn't a waste of time It's actually necessary And quite therapeutic Therapy is helpful But only if your willing A soft touch With harsh words Are not worth Spilling milk over
People have a lot in common with coffee Some of us are sweeter than others Some of us taste of spice Some of us are black Some of us are brown Some have too much milk and turn out white Some of us are cheap Some of us are not Some of us are free Some of us are not We all came from different places We all have different names Americano, cappuccino, caramel latte But as we all gather in this coffee shop Only one thing is true Coffee is coffee What you make yourself is up to you