Nitelite Cafe
The Nitelite has heard my secrets and passions and forged our joyful missions. The Nitelite has met my lovers, it’s in cohorts with my workin’ buddies...the waitresses probably know all, as the world passes us by, in those big picture windows, and my people turn to smile.
Rap rap rap! Hey! What are you doing!?
Smokin’ all the cigarettes, laughing on top of the breakfast, switchin’ to decaf as the pie plate bathroom key clinks along the counter.
There is love in the air at the Nitelite Cafe. Big, passionate, steam-rolling love, enough to last us all day. We gotta do this, we gotta do that and we’re doin’ it the way we’re seeing it done and we’re keeping the world in mind. There’s the CLASH of ideals, the grueling over details, the giggles into the face of nightmares, sweet friendship pies. Smooth, sharp, hiss coming from the kitchen. Oo we gotta go, now, can’t wait for the fries.
And all the old rules fold down, we can walk on the moon, keeping our feet dry, keeping our dancing light, there we go again, into the blue night.
I wanna build a mansion for the poor people.