A sip of an espresso martini,
And it brings back memories;
Memories of London,
And a Spanish girl I met in Reverie.
A sip of an espresso martini,
And it brings back memories;
Memories of our drunken nights,
When we rocked on Oxford Street.
A sip of an espresso martini,
And it brings back memories;
Memories of that Basque beauty,
Who embraced the messy me.
And then I take another sip.
On a rainy night in Dublin,
Drunken on her trips
In cold Irish weather, and the nicotine.
The rain floods the River Liffey,
As it flooded the Thames.
We walked on the Jubilee,
After the happy hours at Slug and Lettuce
We ordered more Martinis.
We got drunk at Capeesh.
The martini makes me think about her,
The martini makes me hug her once again,
The martini brings back memories,
The Memories of the Basque beauty,
Who packed my bag when I left London.
Dublin doesn’t feel like London,
And Liffey doesn’t feel like the Thames.
Grafton Street can’t take me to Soho,
And Kildare can’t replace the Street Regent.
I watch the planes fly to the East,
And I light another stick.
I know I can’t go back;
As the bureaucrats don’t care.
I keep ordering more and more.
The smoke vanishes into the air.
And I sip into my martini;
Just to see friendship melting into despair.
Moonstruck 