Black Coffee

I'm feeln' mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and 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 talkin' to the shadows, One o'clock to 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 a man is born to go a lovin'

A 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 moonin' all the mornin' and mournin' all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby

To maybe come a round