Babette's Cafe: Inman Park Bistro Lights

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Marla Somers in the kitchen, 1992,
North Highland Avenue awake with butter and thyme.
You, the wine list Tim curated, bottles from Burgundy,
each page a promise, like the film Babette's Feast.
I trace your edges, leather-bound, under bistro lights.

[Chorus]
Oh, wine list, you held the nights,
from pâté de campagne to duck confit,
romantic tables, white cloths spread.
Inman Park whispered your secrets,
until December 31, 2014, the last pour.

[Verse 2]
Fresh floral arrangements on every surface,
art on walls from local hands, unnamed but felt.
You paired the roasted garlic with a crisp Sancerre,
while patrons laughed, unaware of the end coming.
Marla said it was just time, no money woes,
but you, wine list, you knew the quiet goodbye.

[Bridge]
Addressing you now, in memory's glow,
dry warmth of cork and tannin,
morally unsparing, we drank too much,
but oh, the quiet joke of one more glass.

[Verse 3]
The dining room, low-lit, sophisticated hush,
seasonal ingredients dancing on plates.
You complemented every bite, from truffle oil linger
 to the cool December air outside.
Tim managed the room, you managed the moods.

[Chorus]
Oh, wine list, you held the nights,
from pâté de campagne to duck confit,
romantic tables, white cloths spread.
Inman Park whispered your secrets,
until December 31, 2014, the last pour.

[Outro]
Babette's Cafe, your spirit in every vintage,
we miss you, wry and warm.