“Coffee House Writers”

Whispered conversations and strange songs that are not heard

Muddy brown drinks and the expansion of written word

We know your every secret, but there’s no cause to fret

For you now all of ours, and the trust can never be reset

Raise a glass and raise it high, toast to fame and love and glory

You may have never known them, but they are all in your story

Come to noon and let us laugh, at the business men in their suits

How can they ever say that goddom is among their pursuits?