Jazz At The Bookstore

Leadbelly's in the background Being drowned out by the grind He's singing about "Rock Island Line" Nobody seems to pay him any mind Bestsellers and bookshelves Full of self-help printed word Some faint elegance is heard Now was that Ellington or Bird? And has it really come to this? Can ignorance be bliss? I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop Jazz at the bookstore And blues in the coffee shop Jazz at the bookstore And blues in the coffee shop There's a man standing at the crossroads With a dark roast in his hand Livin' in white yuppy hand Over by the milk and sugar stand And have I really come to this Cup of caffeinated bliss? So we browse around All over town Sipping coffees that we can't pronounce And meanwhile in the blues cemetery All the coffins commence to bounce Leadbelly's in the cold ground Rolling over in his grave The hard road where so many slaved Is now so smooth and Paved And Has it really come to this? Can Ignorance be bliss? I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop Jazz at the bookstore And blues in the coffee shop Jazz at the bookstore And blues in the coffee shop