Jungle Java Cafe

Denise likes to debate
'Bout anything that you might say
she says, "All weakness is genetic, Lafe
That's why your hair is turning gray."
Her son is in love with the bottle
But there's no environmental blame.
Just another conversation at the
Jungle Java Cafe

The Jungle Java has no structure
Just a tent in a vacant lot.
Squashed between two buildings
The beach is a one minute walk.
Plastic tables under open skies
Folk art on barn board fence.
Fountains, Flowers and trellis's
Arranged and grown by 'green thumb' Beth.

"I didn't see you sitting there"
Says Beth with a curvey smile.
"How's the music? You've been touring?"
She greets me like a long lost child.
It's me that's gotten older
But that's not something she would say.
Death gets no attention
Here at the Jungle Java Cafe.

Chorus:
I've ridden many freight trains
I've hitch-hiked many roads.
I've written songs on jet planes
I've heard a thousand stories told.
When my pen is out of ink and
I've got nothing left to say.
I eavesdrop on unpretentious lives
At the Jungle, Java Cafe.

Sasha is just one of many
Happy begging dogs
That wag from leg to table
While the coffee drinkers talk.
Ten thousand words they just ignore
Exchanged here every day
Except the words that come with food
From the Jungle, Java cafe.

Kris belongs to Sasha
She trusts canines more than men.
She says "I met a guy in Atlanta
Here we go again."
"He won't move I sure as hell won't
but he's flying out today.
I'll show him all of San Diego
Especially the Jungle, Java Cafe."

Chorus:
I've ridden many freight trains
I've hitch-hiked many roads.
I've written songs on jet planes
I've heard a thousand stories told.
When my pen is out of ink and
I've got nothing left to say.
I eavesdrop on unpretentious lives
At the Jungle, Java Cafe.

Toby thinks that he's the manager
All the barrista's play along.
They genuinely like him
Especially when he's gone.
His giant, cactus fingers
Turn up the rock/rap all the way
At 7 a.m. the plants hate to shake at
The Jungle, Java Cafe.

If Denise is right then Jody's eyes
Come from the ocean blue.
More than blue they're shades of green
That dolphins just swam through.
They hold me while she frothes the milk
Asks "What will you write about today?"
I think I'll write about the barristas
At the Jungle, Java Cafe.

I've heard it all from Hong Kong
From Singapore to Peru.
In Montreal's clean subways
I've listened to the blues.
From lullabyes in Africa
To rap in East L.A.
I could have saved myself a lot of miles
And heard it all at the Jungle, Java Cafe.