Black Coffee and Gin

 Watching the hazy blue rise of the morning sun   
 through the dirty window with the neon glow.
  The new day greets me, pacing inside this cheap hotel room,
drowning my past sins in black coffee and gin.
 
The sound of the Blues seeps through these thin walls
My companion throughout a sleepless night  
   of walking the floor, watching the door, and smoking Pall Mall
cigarettes.  Since my baby left me lonely
 all I do is drink, black coffee and gin.
 
At 3am he can a creeping, smelling of cheap whiskey and his wife.
I fought the feeling of not sinning, but our weaknesses felt too right.
 
I surrender to his cunning, surrender to our loving
 but woke to find he left me again in an unmade bed
of hamartomania.
 
I been mourning all the morning
 And will be mourning most the night,
 cause I know that he’ll be coming
To ride this ride again tonight.
 
 I’m feeling mighty lonesome,
Feeling mighty blue
like most men, he want
his cake and eat it too.
 
From one o’clock to four
 I’m  be drinking and thinking,
 but regrets has no place in sin
 
Expectant for the moment I hear him knocking
Anticipation will be my nemesis, but also a dear friend.
 Until then, I’ll be pouring
Black coffee and gin.