Red Cup is a wonderful little coffee shop up in Boothbay Harbor, ME, USA. They have a great open mic. It felt fitting for this skirmish prompt and I've been meaning to write a tune about missing being able to get out and work somewhere else other than the house. Verse 2 is a true story that happened when we performed at a coffee shop in St. Petersburg, FL, USA. Verse 3 if I ever write it would be about the shop that has now closed down in Burlington, VT that used to allow dogs inside of their high ceiling tall glass walled beautiful space. That verse would be too sad.
Skirmishes are the best. Finished writing this in 15 minutes. It's way too Jack Johnson-y for my taste, but it's fun.
Thanks @johnstaples for the prompt.
Red cup, steaming in the sun
Shining through the window; busy people walking by
Did I take it for granted, we'd always be allowed
To pay too much money just to get out of the house
I miss coffee shops
All over the world
Big steamin' cups
Of that smooth roasted stuff
Red cups, poured by hipster kids
Ask for normal milk and they'll say "all milk is normal"
I meant cow milk but I don't like to say cow
Please just give me normal milk why is this so complicated
Singing in the corner
Everyone has headphones in
My god I miss it
Being ignored can be the best feelin'