Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor

I watch the door

And in-between, I drink

Black coffee

Love's a hand-me-down broom

I'll never know a Sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

One o'clock till four

And Lord, how slow

The moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hangin' out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now man is born to go a-lovin'

And woman's born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend

Her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moaning all the morning

Mourning all the night

And in-between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Oh, coffee

Feeling low as the ground

It's driving me crazy, this

Waitin' for my baby

To maybe come around