'nother cup of coffee

I like cosmic order
The stars all in their place
I like my cell phone ringing
With the picture of your face,
That wisp of expectation
A suggested rendezvous
How about a coffee
A chance to be with you,

We sit close together
Four-dollar cardboard mugs
Your perfume smells delightful
I feel familiar tugs,
You talk about the weather
I feel your body heat
Discuss the morning news
I'm restless in my seat,

You talk about your partner
Your kid and your job
Face down in the trenches
That hand grenade lob,
Explodes in my brain
As you say you gotta run
You kiss me on the lips
Both agony and fun.