one night only
The coffeed and seated were reeling to the beat, as from and in every direction the street filled with an alternative to Club Envy's sect, something more than a single demographic. Beyond your familiar tune, my attorney's cover version of the theme from "Godzilla" spun to the beats of several different drummers. And those who steered clear thought they'd seen it all, but no one's yet been privy to such a debut. For, one night the winter was spring.
Who knows when those colors will run again, uniting in a place where the fancy let their loose feet free? Who knows when coffee won't be king at the coffee house, when queen is the thing called we? I can hardly wait until again the traffic runs freely, unencumbered by laws or fees.
Who knows when those colors will run again, uniting in a place where the fancy let their loose feet free? Who knows when coffee won't be king at the coffee house, when queen is the thing called we? I can hardly wait until again the traffic runs freely, unencumbered by laws or fees.