Coffee (2004)

Time is a spiral we all return to as we dance

We come full circle, but end above where we began

You count the miles, you count the hours

You count the heartbeats since the parting kiss

Hammerblows of ragged breath

The curve of a shoulder

The open suitcase

And the coffee’s getting cold

The coffee’s getting cold

The way the longing plays across my face

And the coffee’s getting cold

Time is the wounder and the nurse

Time is the healer

Time is the curse

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, so they say

Tell that to Prometheus

He turns his head, he looks away

Looks to the curve of a shoulder

The open suitcase

And the coffee’s getting cold

The coffee’s getting cold

The way the longing plays across my face

And the coffee’s getting cold

The coffee’s getting cold

Time is a spiral we all return to as we dance

Copyright ©2006 by Lee Krähenbühl / Living Room Music. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission. Permissions: LeeKrahenbuhl@aol.com.

Composed: December 2004

First public performance: Indianapolis Arts Garden, Spring 2004

Notes: I commuted hundreds of miles from job to home for nearly 25 years. A song about mysticism and departure fatigue. And Greek mythology.

Recordings:

David Frantz and Lee Krähenbühl, Living Room (2006)

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