Two Americanos

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A poignant tribute to a coffee shop friendship between two older men - spanning years of Thursday morning conversations, faith, aging, and ultimately loss. A meditation on male friendship and mortality.

Lyrics

We met on a Tuesday, just after nine
You talked about engines, I talked about code
Two strangers with gray hair and too much on our minds
Found a corner table and lightened the load
You fly through the clouds, I navigate screens
But we're both just pilgrims who know what faith means

**Chorus**
Two ameri-CAH-nos, black and strong
Two aging men who've lived too long
To waste the time that we've got left
On small talk, pride, or second best
So here's to truth and here's to grace
To showing up and saving face
For however many mornings come
Two ameri-CAH-nos, and then we're done

**Verse 2** *(Three Years Later)*
Now it's ritual, every Thursday at ten
We solve all the problems the young ones can't see
You're selling the business, I'm counting to when
These golden years finally set us both free
We laugh about joints that don't work anymore
And pray for our kids like our fathers before

**Chorus**
Two ameri-CAH-nos, black and strong
Two old friends who've known too long
That life moves faster than we planned
With trembling hearts and steadier hands
So here's to health and here's to hope
To holding on and letting go
For however many mornings come
Two ameri-CAH-nos, and then we're done

**Bridge** *(Five Years Later)*
The coffee tastes different, or maybe it's me
The table feels larger, the silence deafening
I'm talking too much 'cause I'm scared you won't see
We walked with so many others
And now you've walked beside me

**Verse 3** *(The Last Morning)*
I order two coffees, the way that we do
One for my friend, one for me like always
But yours will go cold as I sit here with you
One last time, brother, before I must say
Goodbye to these mornings, this table, this chair
I straighten my tie—there are people who care

**Outro**
Two ameri-CAH-nos on the table still
One empty chair by the windowsill
We got our years, we got our say
We got our coffee, and our way
And when my time comes, I hope you'll know
I ordered yours before I'd go
We always had the best opinions
Two ameri-CAH-nos
Two old men
Amen

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