You and I are rough around the edges
Working on those twelve steps and those pledges
Both escaped to rehab, saw it as a break
Now rehab’s gonna kill us, ain’t much more we’re bound to take.
Thank God the day shift’s tired of us, sent us to get some joe,
It’s time to add the caffeine buzz to the methadone
Rich man’s got his latte, we won’t fuss we’ll stay in back
Just give us something in the cup, and make it hot and black
It’s a cheap man’s psychotherapy, a poor man’s last resort
A fat man’s diet, a lazy man’s sport
Who’d think we’d find salvation in this bourgeois café dive
But it’s the coffeehouse redemption that’s keeping us alive.
Every café has one, that shiftless ne’er-do-well
Milking that one cup until it’s cold and starts to smell
Children should avoid us, keep their hands unto themselves
Business types avert their eyes, and gaze unto the selves
Baristas serve us cheerfully as if it’s just another day
But proprietors invariably send us on our way
We’ll read the daily paper ‘til they close the joint at five
‘Cause it’s the coffeehouse redemption that’s keeping us alive.
Copyright 2012 Pam Ortiz. All rights reserved.