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"The Blue Funk Cafe"
Down at the Blue Funk Cafe
wasted souls linger both night and day.
Driven by unrest they wonder
their miseries there for to ponder.
In depths of despair they come
to the beating of unheard drums.
Clothed in remorse that they wear
with defeat aparkling bright in their hair.
Diminished by disdain and doom
they sit in the shadowy gloom.
Down at the Blue Funk Cafe
the waiters all keep you at bay.
The chairs are covered with shame
and the tables are carved deep with the names.
On the walls hang frames without faces;
there the time doesn't race - it just paces.
To search there for sympathy is vain;
so come wallow deep in your pain.
If deprivation be your utmost desire,
come sit by the hot Blue Funk fire.