CAFE RENDEZVOUS Words & Music by Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon 2002

The king and all his trappings, outside on display

So that his loyal subjects, could bow down and obey

Thought that all his people, would only come to look

Never ever thinking, his aim might be mistook

In the nighttime hour, in the robbers blew

Selling all his ornaments, at the Café Rendezvous

Many miles of madness, maimed her on the road

Weighed heavy on her shoulders, until she did explode

Peeled her into pieces, until she lost the voice

That in the past did call her, to say she had a choice

Now she is just faceless, like a silent stone statue

Gazing over tourists, at the Café Rendezvous

Living in the twilight, hustling on the street

A deal under the table, with everyone he’d meet

A whisper, a suggestion, a scheme to make you smile

His pyramid of plenty, would let him live in style

But all of that did topple, and made for his debut

As a broken record, at the Café Rendezvous

The storefront is now vacant, the cupboards all are bare

Scraps of past encounters, left hanging in the air

Above the hungry dormouse, searching for a crumb

Comes up empty-handed, now he’s on the run

The ghosts of all misfortune, who’ve taken all they’re due

Bring down the final curtain, at the Café Rendezvous.