Cold Coffee Blues

[Verse 1]
Cold coffee in the kitchen
Lip print on the rim
Your chair still pulled out
Like you're comin' back in
Rain in the window
Clock stuck at two
I keep talkin' to the doorway
Like it's answerin' you
[Chorus]
I got the cold coffee blues
Sink full of yesterday spoons
Every room sayin' your name
In a different tune
I keep reheating what we had
But it don't taste like it used to
Baby
I'm sittin' here
Sippin' these cold coffee blues
[Verse 2]
Your key on the counter
Dust on your perfume
Half-read paperback
Face down in the bedroom
Neighbors say I'm quiet
Radio says move on
But this cup shakes in my hand
When it plays our song
[Chorus]
I got the cold coffee blues
Sink full of yesterday spoons
Every room sayin' your name
In a different tune
I keep reheating what we had
But it don't taste like it used to
Baby
I'm sittin' here
Sippin' these cold coffee blues

Slow 12/8 barroom blues with male vocals; creaky upright piano and lazy guitar bends, brushed snare and round upright bass. Verses stay intimate and weary; chorus swells with gospel-tinged backing harmonies and a touch of organ for warmth. Roomy, live-off-the-floor mix that lets every sigh and string squeak color the performance., blues