Kitchen Table Blues

[Verse 1]
Cold coffee on the counter
Last night’s news on the floor
Your chair still pulled out
Like you might walk through that door
I talk to my own reflection
In this chipped-up window glass
Ask it how a Sunday morning
Got this heavy
Got this fast
[Chorus]
Got these kitchen table blues
Two plates
One heart in two
Forks still touching
But it’s only me and you-know-who
If loving you was truth
Why’s this house feel like a ruse?
I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room
With my kitchen table blues
[Verse 2]
Your sweater on the backrest
Smells like rain and cheap perfume
I keep setting down one teacup
Like I’m saving you some room
I laugh at the wrong moments
Just to hear a human sound
Then that silence comes back swinging
And it knocks me to the ground
[Chorus]
Got these kitchen table blues
Two plates
One heart in two
Forks still touching
But it’s only me and you-know-who
If loving you was truth
Why’s this house feel like a ruse?
I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room
With my kitchen table blues
[Bridge]
Maybe you’re halfway to Memphis (oh)
Chasing some kinder sky
I’m here counting all the cracks in the ceiling
Trying to remember why
Why we stayed
Why we strayed
Why your ghost still pulls a chair
I light a match for the memory
But the smoke just hangs in the air
[Chorus]
Got these kitchen table blues
Two plates
One heart in two
Forks still touching
But it’s only me and you-know-who
If loving you was truth
Why’s this house feel like a ruse?
I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room
With my kitchen table blues

Warm live-room blues-soul band, male vocals. Vintage tremolo guitar, upright piano, and round bass walking softly under a smoky, late-night groove. Verses stay close and conversational; chorus swells with organ pads and stacked gospel harmonies. Subtle brushes on snare, tasteful horn swells in the bridge, vocal ad-libs adding grit and ache., blues, soul