Tokyo Cafe Hours

Raindrops race on the window pane, Washing the city in shades of grey. Neon signs just a watercolor stain, Fading the noise of the day away. Steam from my coffee in a gentle swirl, Lost in the quiet of this little world. Headphones on, the beat is low, A lofi rhythm, soft and slow. Two hours feel like twenty minutes go, Watching my quiet ideas grow.

In this cafe, time just bends, And where the work begins, the worry ends. The scent of paper, old and sweet, A quiet shuffle of tired feet. Someone coughs on a distant street, The world outside feels incomplete. But in this corner, warm and bright, Everything's gonna be alright. Headphones on, the beat is low, A lofi rhythm, soft and slow.

Two hours feel like twenty minutes go, Watching my quiet ideas grow. In this cafe, time just bends, And where the work begins, the worry ends. Just the hum of the machine, The clink of a spoon, a tranquil scene. Every thought is sharp and keen, Living a moment in between. No rush, no hurry, no demand, Just the pen I hold in my hand.

The rain still falls, a steady beat, The work is done, the task complete. Yeah, the rain still falls, a steady beat... Soft and slow... let the minutes go...