I’m feelin’ mighty lonesome
Haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love’s a hand-me-down brew
I’ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I’m talkin to the shadows
One o’clock till four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I’m hangin’ out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now man ‘s born to go a lovin’
A woman ‘s born to weep and fret
To stay in home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I’m moonin’ all the mornin’
Moanin’ all the night
And in between it’s nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin’ low as the ground
It’s drivin’ me crazy
This waitin’ for my baby
Till maybe come around
Sonny Burke (musique) / Paul Francis Webster (paroles)
Black Coffee
interprété par Peggy Lee
Jim Jarmusch
Coffee and cigarettes / 2003
Cate Blanchett, Roberto Benigni, Tom Waits, Iggy Pop,
Isaac de Bankolé, Bill Murray, Steve Buscemi
