CAFÉ NEGRO

"Una buena taza de su negro licor, bien preparado, contiene tantos problemas y tantos poemas como una botella de tinta.. "

Rubén Darío

Stephen D. Colhoun

Peggy Lee,1953

BLACK COFFEE

I'm feeling 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 brew

I'll never know a Sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

from 1 o'clock til 4

And lord, how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hanging 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 moaning all the morning

and mourning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby

To maybe come around... around

I'm waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces

My hair is turning gray

All I do is drink black coffee

Since my man's gone away

Julie London, 1960

Sinéad O´Connor, 1992

kd lang, 1988

Cesaria Evora (?)

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