At the Local Unurban Cafe

If we listen with our hearts,

let the rhythm find its way,

through the chatter and the steam,

through the ordinary day.

There’s a place where walls dissolve,

where the music makes us whole,

the Local Unurban Cafe,

feeding more than body, soul.

Keep your spirit cracked wide open,

let the melody slip through,

watch how strangers become neighbors

over cups of morning brew.

A smile costs nothing here but courage,

goodwill pours like cream and light,

and the Songbirds on the small stage

turns our Sunday into flight.

Feet are tapping, hearts are syncing,

to a beat we all can share,

proof that listening together

is its own form of prayer.

So gather here, beneath the music,

let comradery take root,

where the coffee’s always brewing

and the Songbird’s always truth.

We are softer when we listen,

braver when we meet and stay—

finding home in one another

at the Local Unurban Cafe.