Ode to HippyGuy's basement

Smokin Moose

Fallen Cannabis Warrior & Ex Moderator
To all the late night souls in The Basement, with apologies to Tom Waits lol


Nighthawks at the diner
of HippieGuy's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of stoners around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper's been read
now the waitress said...

Coffee's on at HippieGuy's 49er

eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chronic in a bowl with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?

In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
with Woolworth rhinestone diamond
earrings, and a sideway's glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings...

Coffee's on at HippieGuy's 49er

the classified section offered no direction
it's a cold caffeine in a cannabis cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls...

Coffee's on at HippieGuy's 49er​
 
I wanna be there. You had me at the eggs and sausage and a side of toast and coffee and a roll and hash browns.
 
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