CAFE MAGNOLIA – LINDA DAVENPORT
There’s a woman at the counter,
She wears yesterday’s perfume.
She’s humming an old Coltrane tune,
As the daylight fills the room.
I’m sketching lines on a paper napkin,
A skyline made of blues and gray,
And wondering how the night-time whispers
All get stolen by the day.
Café Magnolia, where the coffee’s strong,
And the stories linger long after the song.
People come, people go,
But the echoes stay don’t you know?
Café Magnolia, it holds the truth,
In the silence between me and you.
The waitress dreams of Barcelona,
She saves her tips in a mason jar.
She swears that one day she’ll get there,
And play her music in a smoky bar.
I think of you across the ocean,
And the words I never said,
They hang above me like a lantern,
Or a shadow by the bed.
Café Magnolia, where the coffee’s strong,
And the stories linger long after the song.
People laugh, people cry,
As the seasons stumble by.
Café Magnolia, it keeps the flame,
Even when nothing feels the same.
Every stranger is a poet,
Every moment is a rhyme.
But the café only holds you
For a fragile stretch of time.
Café Magnolia, with its crooked chairs,
Where the world feels lighter in the smoky air.
You can lose yourself, you can find a friend,
But every story has to end.
And I’m still sketching skylines…
In the morning light.
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