Retro resale cowboy snap it up opal buttoned shirt   Untucked over low-hung dirty jeans 7th time this week   So strategically seated where he can watch her dance   Through the rails of front porch coffee shop where he likes to read      Black bottom feet of a bellbottomed girl twirl under the sky   Make their way toward his table one August night   Dance sweet gypsy tea girl   Watch her float her way to his table to ask if she can bum a smoke      Sugar and cream are free      Bob the baker starts his day at the end of our night   He swears he’s not the biggest flake in the world and that he writes   He’s looking for his confidence and you should know   He’ll find it in Chicago soon as he has the means to go      He’s always nice to me      Bony finger thin hipped take a sip from her cup of chai   Couldn’t possibly eat all her chocolate chip cookie if she tried   Anyone can talk to her. Pull up a chair   In the middle of a lonely night, you’ll find her there      Her advice is free   It’s just a place to be