Track 4 of the compilation Transfer Point · 2009
Usual Order at the Corner Diner
by Kane Rivers
“The diner bell is the hook. Warm coffee, warm sample, nothing fancy.”
hip hop · soulful hip hop · cosy rap · 3:38
Lyrics
Neon in the window, says the kitchen's still on Bell above the door chimes a late-night song Third stool from the end, yeah, that seat is mine Waitress sees me coming, pours the coffee on time Cracked red vinyl, got a patch of silver tape Jukebox in the corner, still stuck on track eight Grill is hissing steady like a hi-hat in the back She don't need a menu, she got my whole stack No questions asked, no rush tonight Just a warm plate under yellow light Say the usual, usual, she already knows Eggs and rye toast, and a side of hello Say the usual, usual, feels like home Corner diner family when you're out here on your own Say the usual, usual, keep it coming please Hot coffee, kind words, and a seat that's free Trucker by the window with his map on the wall Nurse in her scrubs, been on shift since the fall Student with a textbook and a slice of pie Cook calls out orders as the hours go by Every one of us got a different road to roll But the booth is a table where we all feel whole She tops off the mug and she asks about my mom Remembers every story, keeps the whole place calm No questions asked, no rush tonight Just a warm plate under yellow light Say the usual, usual, she already knows Eggs and rye toast, and a side of hello Say the usual, usual, feels like home Corner diner family when you're out here on your own Say the usual, usual, keep it coming please Hot coffee, kind words, and a seat that's free Rain on the glass and the sign starts to hum Last few customers, and the quiet has come I leave a little extra, fold the napkin in two Write thank you on the back, that's the least I can do Sun is gonna rise over the parking lot soon Pink across the roofs and the fading moon I'll be back tomorrow when the night gets long Same stool, same smile, same jukebox song Some folks need a mansion, some need a crown I just need a booth in my favorite town Somebody who sees me when I walk through the door And a coffee cup that's never really empty anymore Say the usual, usual, she already knows Eggs and rye toast, and a side of hello Say the usual, usual, feels like home Corner diner family when you're out here on your own Say the usual, usual, keep it coming please Hot coffee, kind words, and a seat that's free Bell above the door, chime it one more time Usual order, yeah, and everything's fine