Irish Coffee

Seated at blue note NYC Right in the middle of Greenwich Seated right in front of the scene The kind of moment that sticks in your memory The waiter asks us what we’d like to drink So I’m ordering an Irish coffee And I was only seventeen The kind of moment that’s written in ink The whole place is under a dim lighting Not a single seat is left empty And as soon as the band starts playing Everyone listens quietly The music floats from the brass to our ears The music that came from New-Orleans And when it went up the Mississippi The music that hit the big cities Enjoying the bitter taste of coffee Mixed up with the warmth of whiskey While the music is surrounding me It all just fits so perfectly Every brass shines under the light The gold reflection dazzles my sight One by one they all rise One by one they improvise Seated at blue note NYC Right in the middle of Greenwich Seated right in front of the scene The kind of moment that sticks in your memory Seated at blue note NYC Right in the middle of Greenwich Sipping on a strong Irish coffee I’m sipping on a strong Irish coffee