Hour Ten

 

Moonbeam Coffee

 

Moonbeam Coffee

they call it.

 

You know who I’m talkin’ bout,

them damn hippies who ruined everything.

 

One of these foggy days they might

end up with a pair of cement shoes

taking one long step off the end of the dock,

if ya get my gist.

 

I rattled ‘round Nam

boots, canteen, army greens

dreamed of comin’ back to these

cedars and firs, had to

put my life on a shelf.

 

Then ol’ lazy Sullivan cross the street

moved down to the coast, hell if he ever served.

Now his kids come back and make

his barn the Moonbeam Roastatarium.

 

So what if I grew some weed

in my dad’s ol’ barn.

I paid my dues and guy’s

gotta get by somehow.

 

Now them damn kids are shinin’ a light on me,

right across the street.

 

So just hush up when I give them

a reason to wish they’d stayed in that hippie town

they call the City of Subdued Excitement

or some damn thing.

 

I’ll give em’ something to get excited about.