The hazy blue rays of the morning sun
Seeps through this dirty window
with the neon glow
A new day greets me, pacing inside
this cheap room,
drowning my past sins
in black coffee and gin.
Sounds of the Blues
bleeds through thin walls
A sad companion
throughout a sleepless night
walking the floor, watching the door,
and smoking Pall Mall cigarettes
Since my baby left me lonely
At 3am you can a’creeping,
smelling of cheap whiskey and loose women
I fought the feeling of sinning,
but you knew my weaknesses
unearth my pleasures.
I surrender to your cunning,
surrender to our loving
woke to find you left with me nothing
just a stain bed and a pack of Pall Mall
I been mourning, all the morning
And will be mourning all the night,
cause I know that you’ll be coming
To ride this ride again tonight.
I’m feeling mighty lonesome,
Feeling mighty blue
From one o’clock to four
I’m drinking black coffee and gin
while thinking of you.
Anticipation is my nemesis
but also a dear friend
I wait, expectant,
for the moment you
come a ‘knocking
on this door again
Until then, I’ll be pouring
Black coffee and gin.