Coffee Dreams

Did you cry out,
When you got the word?
Or did you sit dumb,
Like I had done,
As though you hadn't heard?

My mind flashed back,
To lazy daze,
And broken bottles.
Dancing under the overpass,
With our brave bare feet,
And stealth tax cash.
We thought we could,
Live like this forever,
Along the cafe streets,
Of European towns,
Running with the dawn,
To make longer days.

So this was it:
The cold, hard truth.
Did you reject,
And hold your breath,
Still waiting for the proof?

In the summers,
Of Amsterdam,
We fought each other.
I was the strobes and tape,
That circled our escape.
In the places we called safe,
We found the world knocking,
On barred doors.
And so we came to choose,
Another way to wander.
Well, those days are over,
I heard it on the news.

Did you want to,
Call me on the phone?
Maybe you tried,
And hung on the line,
To find I wasn't home.

Now you rest,
In the warm sun,
Of some lost island.
Slowly the skies grow darker,
And you might imagine him there.
His head on your breast,
Watching the starshine,
And smoking cigarettes.
The smell of fresh coffee,
Drifts down to the cooling sand.
Because we all pick up little pieces,
Of dreams we used to have.