Black Coffee

I think it's super interesting how our taste changes over time. I stopped eating meat in March, and after 40+ years of being completely grossed out by mushrooms, I liked them the first time I had them as a vegetarian. So strange!

And then this week I have another major taste change to report; like my friend Ella Fitzgerald, I now like my coffee black:

I'm feeling 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 talking to the shadows
One o'clock to four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour

Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

This song is a classic, and Ella is about as classy as it gets, but if you ask me she's got a bunch of stuff wrong in this next verse:

Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

That's not why women were born. Most definitely not.

I get how low she feels in this song, because I've most certainly been there, but I'm not, thankfully, there anymore:

I'm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight

Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away

Nope. My man's been gone long enough now, and I've experienced enough healing, that I'm back to fully living my life, and that sure feels good!