Mr. Bought-Coffee-For-The-Whole-Crew

Lyrics

[Intro]

Friday, 7:15 AM, the line at Dunkin' on Elm Street snakes out the door.
Carl steps up, no notes, just memory.

[Verse 1]
Sarah's black, two sugars, no cream—
she's in accounting, hates Mondays.
Tom's iced caramel swirl, extra shot,
he's the one with the bad knee from soccer in '98.


Lisa's latte, oat milk, vanilla—
she mentioned her allergy last June.
Mike's plain donut, medium roast,
black like the tie he wore to his dad's funeral.

[Chorus]
Fourteen cups in cardboard carriers,
steam rising from lids snapped tight.
The walk back to the office on 4th,
arms steady, no spills, no thanks needed.
This is the thread holding the week together,
small loyalty in Styrofoam.

[Verse 2]
Jamal's green tea, lemon slice—
he's quiet, started last fall from Detroit.
Emily's mocha, whipped cream on top,
she laughs loudest at bad jokes in meetings.


Raj's cappuccino, cinnamon dusting—
he fixed the printer on March 12th.
Anna's herbal, chamomile calm,
she's expecting in September, twin boys.

[Bridge]
No one asked, but Carl knows—
Derek's decaf, heart scare in '16.
Pat's espresso, double, no foam,
she runs marathons, Boston in '19.
The rest: Kim, hot chocolate; Ben, cold brew;
Olivia, matcha; Vic, Americano; Lena, Earl Grey.


[Verse 3]
Back at desks by 8:05,
cups distributed without fanfare.
A nod from Tom, Sarah's quiet smile.
The team's engine hums on this fuel,
Friday's gift, memorized and delivered.

[Outro]

Next week, same run, same fourteen names.
Loyalty in the lineup, one by one.