Track Insight / Lyrics
I have a chip on my
rim where Earl dropped me last Tuesday
and the grease on my saucer still says order nine
Two geese on the ice keep honking at the same crack
I'll tilt my handle left, let the coffee go cold
[Pre-
The one with the yellow neck keeps pacing, beak tapping
The other one just stares like a check on the rail
I feel the bass line thump up through the countertop
and my handle creaks—yeah, I am the only one who sees
Honk-honk on the frost, you cannot out-honk a slab
We are both just standing here in our own little square
The slide guitar wails like a wiper on a dead car
and I hold my lukewarm brown till the shift ends
One of them slips, skates sideways, honks at the other
The coffee in me does a little swirl, you'd swear
I am a mug on a counter
in a place that smells of fryer
and the upright bass keeps walking, three-four, no hurry
[Final-
Honk-honk on the frost, you cannot out-honk a slab
I am a chip on a rim
a stain that will not lift off
The geese will thaw out their argument by morning
and I will still be here, handle to the left, half full
