Rob Berretta

Starbucks at O'Hare

Rob Berretta


There’s this Starbucks at O’Hare and I am always heading there

When I’ve got the time to spare for a little pick-me-up


She’s in a rush, the line’s a crawl, I let her cut, she spills her tall

She doesn’t hear last boarding call as she takes another cup



This is the story of how hearts find homes

Measuring lives in cappuccino foams

 ‘Cause love’s just a coincidence away

So now up we go, thanks to the world’s happiest delay


I run with her up to her gate, the agent says, “you’re here too late.”

But her good news, just an hour’s wait, and mine too, she’s on my plane


I guess by now you’ve figured out, she’s next to me, we talk throughout

Then love arrives without a doubt, in a rush we can’t explain



There may not be such thing as luck, or fate, but there’s an opening

Sometimes in life’s window, and when you see it jump right through

‘Cause if it happened to me, it sure can happen to you


There’s this Starbucks at O’Hare, my favorite Starbucks anywhere

But there’re an awful lot of Starbucks there, and there’s love in every one


May all the strangers waiting for their brews find true lovers among the queues

They’ll come by ones but they’ll leave in twos, and so our story’s just begun



This Starbucks at O’Hare, this Starbucks at O’Hare, mmmm


© 2012 Rob Berretta