Half Moon Diner

I’m at the half Moon diner in Harlem
Trying to chase away the blues
I’m at the booth in the back with a fat short stack
And a portrait of Langston, Hughes
I’m at the half Moon diner in Harlem
Can’t find no peace and quiet
You know, I had to take the bus up here
It’s on 150 9-9-9

The half moon diner in Harlem there’s nowhere else to be found.
I’m at the half moon diner in Harlem. I’m gonna run it into the ground.

I’m at the half Moon diner in Harlem
Way at the end of the line
Years ago, they had some banana cream pie
That could really blow your mind

I’m at the half moon diner in Harlem
You gotta see what it’s all about
Why two federal suits wanted to check the fuse in the 65 blackouts

The half moon diner in Harlem there’s nowhere else to be found. I’m at the half moon diner in Harlem. I’m gonna run it into the ground.

Rodeo clown in a cowboy hat
At the soda fountain with an alley cat
Keep their eyes on the jukebox in the back
Bottom of the pot for a cup of Joe
$.25 for a Tootsie roll
When the freaks come out, they need somewhere to call Home
You’ll find their names
On the side of the payphone

I’m at the Halfmoon diner in Harlem
where you could really dig a scene if you came around here about 3 AM I think you’d know just what I mean
I’m at the half Moon diner in Harlem.
I’ve got bacon toast and hash and there’s a man in silk who might just foot your bill if you’re a little low on cash
The half moon diner in Harlem there’s nowhere else to be found. I’m at the half moon diner in Harlem. I’m gonna run it into the ground.

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