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Anna Miller's
(by R.P.Edwards)
I hear her voice a-callin' me
It's soft and oh so low
"Come to Anna's boys, there's coffee on the stove"
There's a pretty waitress waiting there
She's waiting just for you
A cup of coffee
Piece of pie
And a smile when you're through...
In a bit of a nostalgic mood.
As with many (perhaps most) the essence of the "bean" is a regular part of my day. The house rule growing up was no coffee till you were sixteen (A "rule" ignored with my own brood. "Here's your sippy cup, son. Half milk, half coffee, and lots of sugar.")
Anyway, it became the beverage of choice in my sailor days because it was the only non-agua drink that they would refill for free; and I mean by "they," the wonderful waitresses at Anna Miller's in Aiea, Hawaii (on Oahu). Excellent coffee and hours of conversation; and perhaps some pie when funds allowed.
I hope to return one day.
The poem (lyrics) continue...
...Anna Miller's
Home away from home
Anna Miller's
There's no more need to roam
So, when you're feeling down and out
And need a place to go
"Come to Anna's boys, there's coffee on the stove."
The simple, and somewhat corny (but heartfelt song) Thus:
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