I have a date
And can’t be late
With my cappuccino girl.
I know not her name,
Or much about her at all
But she’s sweet on me.
I can see it in her eyes and her smile
And her touch when she makes my drink
Oh so sweet.
I can feel a connection every time we meet.
She knows me by name and
Greets me with an eagerness that no one else
Can match
She always makes sure I am satisfied
And always asks me to come again.
The next time I see her
I’mma bring her a rose.
And why shouldn’t I?
She’s the apple of my eye.
And if I don’t act now, it may be too late.
She’s not just doing her job and I’ll prove everyone wrong.
She’s really into me.
I work hard at a job I hate.
I live alone in a bleak apartment.
No one greets me. Not even a pet.
I watch the news.
I do laundry.
And I sit aside watching the world carry on
Without a care about me.
And then I see her, my cappuccino girl,
Waiting, just waiting for me.
Just one conversation about the weather
Or about my drink
Or about my hat-she likes my hat-
And my day is complete.
So I’mma seal the deal
Bring her a rose and who knows.
Maybe her eyes will glisten and her mahogany cheeks will
blush.
Maybe a flash mob of customers will dance with glee
And Heaven will play a sweet symphony
And the passersby will clear the streets
While I lead her in a waltz.
And the moon will twinkle in approval.
And the world will see that she’s not just doing her job.
She’s in love with me.
One day we’ll walk down the aisle and she’ll be mine
In this harsh world.
SHE GETS ME!
(emotional) We are meant to be…you’ll see.
So I went by there.
Didn’t see her. They said she was
on a break. So I decided to wait. And
there she was, behind the café, smoking herself away. She caught my glance but this time there was
a coldness about her. No cappuccino
smile. Just a tar-stained snarl. I greeted her but in return, she gave me a
cold nod. She threw her cigarette butt
on the ground, spit, then went back inside and put on, what evidently was a
fake cappuccino smile. She was cordial
with every person in line. I had the
rose in my hand and was going to give it to her, but it died, so I threw it on
the ground.
And instead of getting my cappuccino, I left.
I waited and waited, frantic in my room. In the prison of my
mind. Then I decided to go back, just
before it closed. And then I saw her, my
cappuccino girl. She was about to get
into her car, but I surprised her. Never
seen a girl so scared. She lied to me.
The kind of bitch that rips the hearts of lonely men, puts them in a blender,
and shakes them soul less. Having them
think they are the most important person in the world. But only doing it for a tip. No different than a whore. A whore with a
coffeehouse apron on.
So I taught her a lesson, that’s what I did. I pulled the trigger and at her heart, an
explosion of red stars fell to the pavement.
As she slumped, I lifted her up. Among a flash mob of customers, Heaven
playing a sweet symphony, and men in blue scattered about as we waltzed one
good time, just like in my dreams.
If I never see the light of day again, I know I at least
found love for once in my life. With my
cappuccino girl.
My cappuccino girl.