You’re in a café
(coffee, smoke, the baking bread)
A large café, it’s large and dark
(dim light, warm light, long buzz, dark clothes)
– And now one passes by!
The waiters are moving from side to side.
They carry the cups and the trays and the plates.
Back and forth
And to and fro
Together, they glide through the crowd.
A whisper, a flash
But on the men go
Their plates and their glasses are clinking (tap-tap!)
The waiters are weaving a dance.
They’re weaving a dance
A pattern of steps
A tight little waltz through the tables and chairs.
They’re waltzing like bees
They move to a beat
With faces demure
Each movement concise
They’re clear and crisp
They move to a beat.