The pour is mixed with melody as the tender’s tapping toes
She imprints the drink with flavors from her destined sold out shows
See.. the girl behind the bar, serves in pointed form precision
Your sip is nipped with dreams, this is just their intermission
The waiters never waiting to be plucked by chance to dance
She’s on the clock that never stops, as dreams demand finance
A dream is in every coffee sipped, every nip poured, every song sung. New York’s service industry finances visionaries. Patrons are the audience to a life’s spectacle. A gracious crowd keeps dreams alive.