CosmoPolitan

COSMOPOLITAN
By Silvio Vinci

Morning train, an open seat,
Different voices, same old beat.
Coffee cooling in my hand,
Another town to understand.

A woman laughs across the aisle,
I catch the meaning in her smile.
The names are new, the feeling’s known—
One stop further, less alone.

Cosmopolitan,
Every street’s a song.
I can lose my way
And still belong.

A table set for two or ten,
“Pull up a chair, come in, my friend.”
I miss the words, I catch the tune,
And find my place inside the room.

Somebody sings a song I know,
We take it fast, we take it slow.
By closing time, before we’re through,
Their old refrain is mine now too.

Cosmopolitan,
Every street’s a song.
I can lose my way
And still belong.

Cosmopolitan,
Every street’s a song.
I can lose my way
And still belong.

Still belong…
Still belong…

Cosmopolitan…