Song Backstory | The Corner Sidewalk Café
By Martie Hevia | Blue Beach Song™
“The Corner Sidewalk Café” is a song I wrote a long time ago, initially inspired by one particular café, but becoming an amalgamation of all the cafés in my life that I have made my own.
The café that initially inspired this song was a funky, artsy, café that displayed the art of local artists and had a small stage upon which local musicians and singer-songwriters would play. The overstuffed couches, the whimsically painted chairs and tables with sneakers and drawn chess boards, were among the many things that welcomed you with a smile.
It was a wonderful place to get lost in yourself, in others, in art, in music, and in good coffee and pastries. It was a place to go to be sad, or to be happy, to be alone, or to be with others.
No doubt you have one of those cafés, as well.
Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoy the song. -Martie
Early in the morning,
Walking to the corner café.
(My café)
The fog rolled down the hill
From the San Francisco Bay…
Coloring my world in shades of gray…
(So gray)
Covering the years of tears and pain.
(Too much pain)
Wish it would just rain.
(Let it rain)
How I wish it would rain.
~
A hot cappuccino,
(So hot)
Sprinkled with cinnamon, kisses my lips.
As the steam rises to my face,
Come flashes of moments I miss.
Artists and poets, authors and scholars,
Lovers and broken-hearteds.
Sitting alone or in pairs,
(In pairs)
Falling deep into thoughts or prayers.
(Desperate prayers)
Nothing in common,
but souls drawn to the corner sidewalk café.
(My café)
~
Go by to see the new art
(Your art)
Hanging on the walls so gray.
(Dirty gray)
Or see new people stopping by
Or strolling by the sidewalk café.
(Strolling by)
To join the endless symphony
Of voices and café noises…
To add to the cacophony
Of cups meeting saucers
~
Studying faces,
Guessing at their histories.
Casually eavesdropping
(Reluctantly)
On nearby conversations.
Feeling myself sink…
(Sink-ing)
Into deep thoughts and memories.
(Sad memories)
[Instrumental]
~
Beyond the window,
The fog gives way to the late morning sun.
(That warm sun)
The colors are returning.
The memories are receding;
now almost gone.
(Almost gone)
~
As I watch the world
From the bottom of this hill.
It is another beautiful
San Francisco day.
Outside the cocoon
of the corner sidewalk café.
(My café)
And yet how I wish
(I wish)
It would rain…
(Let it rain)
Oh, I wish it would rain.
(Let it rain)
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