Cafe Monterrey, half an hour to go
For sanguineous sun to leap over the line
And a vapouring cup rather starts to decline
To your palms, to your heart, to your soul.
Cafe Monterrey, when the air is congealed,
Just as thick as the memories left far behind,
And the ocean is whispering, feelings are high
But your lips make it sure to be sealed.
Cafe Monterrey, motley pareo floats,
She's so close, she's alone, though she may be with you -
It's a picture, remember, a Hollywood true -
And the girl watches breakers and boats...