九月咖啡馆   词曲：Cj

Saxophone sighs through the dusk's last glow,  
Your shadow dissolves in latte foam slow.  
Fingertips tap triplets on oak veneer—  
We’re suspended in Eb minor, strangers here.  


Black vinyl spins caramel grooves tonight,  
You stir memories with a Dorian light.  
Sugar cubes collapse like dying stars,  
Our fingerprints trace seventh-chord scars.  


Oh, September’s café floats on rain-streaked glass,  
Every smoke ring hums a blues phrase from the past.  
When neon licks the cracks in this fractured bassline,  
We’re just ghost notes fading in God’s espresso grind.  

 
Rain composes fugues on windowpanes,  
Your laugh’s a muted trumpet’s refrain.  
Coffee grounds spell doom in the cup’s dark lore—  
A half-drunk rondo left on the counterfloor.  


*(Piano spirals like cream in black,  
Double bass throbs where love went slack...)*  


Oh, September’s café drowns in tremolo rain,  
Each coffee stain maps a love we couldn’t sustain.  
When streetlights slur diminished truths at 3 AM,  
We’re just two ghosts waltzing in a percolator’s hymn.  


Last call—the barista sweeps our B-flat lies,  
Your lipstick smears a ninth chord unresolved in the skies...

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