Theres a cafe round the corner of the street where they gather and play

to transcend all the drear, all the grind of the day

They play with open hearts OPEN minds, of TIMES far away,

And the people, the people come to hear, to join the music they make

The bohemians gather in the cafe, ROUND THE CORNER just down my street

mesmerising rhythms ARE calling, as they follow the beat

cosmopolitan and exotic, QUITE hypnotic, AS they meet and they EAT ,

HOT pitta bread and humus, olives and cheeses, DRINKING jasmin tea

Sights and sounds of the orient filling the darkening night

Candle smokING and incense dapplING the fading twilight

An oasis within the desert that is this shallow THIS empty life

Sanctuary of the soul, and of the heart, enticing delight.

People look on with wonder and WITH awe bemused by the sounds

Gossip in whispered voices is spreading around, AROUND and around

suggestions of improprieties, indescretions, OF deals going down

JUST a magnet to all the incorrigibles ALL THE WASTRELS of the town

COME ON DOWN