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Vintage Acoustic Folk | "Espresso & Ink" - Morning Mood

The radiator hisses against the cold, and the only company you have is the blank page staring back at you in the dim light. ☕🕯️ 🎶 About This Song: "Espresso & Ink" is a brand new original composition that captures the solitary struggle of the creative process in a quiet city apartment. Featuring the stripped-back sound of a fingerpicked acoustic guitar and a lonely harmonica, this track embodies the atmosphere of a cold Greenwich Village morning in the 1960s. It combines the raw honesty of the folk revival with the comforting bitterness of fresh coffee, perfect for writers, thinkers, and early risers seeking focus. 🎙️ LYRICS: The radiator hums a low, lonesome tune In this fourth-floor walk-up beneath a thinning moon My floorboards bite cold, the linoleum’s scarred Like old city maps that forgot where they are I wake the small stove, watch the blue flame climb And wipe last night’s shadows from the rim of my eyes It’s just espresso and ink, in the grey light of dawn Writing down the ghosts that the midnight kept warm A bitter sip of truth before the morning is gone Trying to find a soft rhythm for a troubled heart to lean on Yeah, it’s just the espresso and the ink And too much time to think There’s a stack of yellow paper, curling at the edge And a fountain pen poised like a prayer on a ledge I taste a little iron on my lower lip From chewing on words that refuse to fit I’ve been wrestling angels in shirtsleeves of smoke And demons that laugh when the daylight is broke The steam from the pot is a ghost in the air Rising like a quiet, desperate morning prayer It’s just espresso and ink, in the grey light of dawn Writing down the ghosts that the midnight kept warm A bitter sip of truth before the morning is gone Trying to find a soft rhythm for a troubled heart to lean on Yeah, it’s just the espresso and the ink And too much time to think They say the world is changing out on MacDougal Street But in here, time sits heavy and the silence tastes sweet I don’t need the riches, I don’t need neon snow Just the weight of a sentence and the seeds that I sow Let the record player spin a little bit of ’Trane To rinse off the worry and the winter rain And if my hands keep shaking, let the melody stay Like a candle that refuses to blow out in the grey It’s just espresso and ink, in the grey light of dawn Writing down the ghosts that the midnight kept warm A bitter sip of truth before the morning is gone Trying to find a soft rhythm for a troubled heart to lean on Yeah, it’s just the espresso and the ink And too much time to think Just the ink on the page... And the steam in the glass... Watch the morning come... Watch the shadows pass... #TheAcousticFolkCellar #FolkMusic #SingerSongwriter #WritingMusic #GreenwichVillage #1960sVibes #OriginalMusic #AcousticGuitar #Harmonica #CoffeeMusic