dead and breakfast

This town is not my home, I’m not a regular

I’m not even welcome here anymore

The aroma is kind to my tongue, but it’s not what I need

The intoxicants are killing me

Here I am seated, will you serve me or ignore me

My table is full and you can’t be bothered for time

I sit impatiently waiting for you to take notice

Lock eyes and take this mess you left for me to find

If this is coffee, please bring some tea; but if this is tea, please bring some coffee

It’s far too late now to blame it on the cow’s diet

Her milk is not what tainted the beans

You mix the colors in one it all looks the same

But it’s hard to mask something you can’t see

Is something wrong here, was I unclear with my words

Am I speaking the language of a long dead tribe

I told you what I desired, you seemed to nod and agree

Then you brought me this hodgepodge and split like the Red Sea

If this is coffee, please bring some tea; but if this is tea, please bring some coffee

I hate to tell you how to do your job

But I have a feeling I’ve been robbed

Maybe if you wrote my order down, word by word

We wouldn’t be here now

Is this how you treat all your customers

Is this why no one stays for leftovers

The clientele seems to change as fast as the day

I’m starting to see why this place is always empty

If this is coffee, please bring some tea; but if this is tea, please bring some coffee