The same unimpeachable song is playing here and everywhere
Upbeat, about love, sung by an old boy.
A black cat comes in the open door
Strokes your leg
She’s on her way out again
Up and away.
The barista doesn’t smile at you
Maybe it’s because she’s tired
or busy or
simply doesn’t smile at the type
who look like they could
sing the song that’s playing everywhere.