Raindrops in Our Latte
We say bye on a rainy day
at Cafe La Vie by the crescent bay
Under one umbrella ocean blue
we gaze at the shiny ashtray
See tiny dents wavy and true
and amber flickers on cigarette hay
When smoky wishes rise from the ashtray
we are flooded with too many words to say
A gust blows raindrops sideway
into our cold latte they stay
So we drink them in the rain
and taste salty bitter grains
