escrita em 1948, foi gravada por sarah vaughan no ano seguinte: tinha nascido mais um standard. 
foi reinterpretada por quase toda a gente do jazz, sendo célebre a gravação de ella fitzgerald em 1960, 
que wislawa szymborska escolheu para ser tocada no seu funeral - mas a minha preferida é a de miss vaughan ao vivo.

d e s c u b r a
a s
s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :

a) ella

b) sarah

i'm feeling mighty lonesome

haven't slept a wink

i walk the floor and watch the door

and in between i drink

black coffee

love's a hand-me-down brew

i'll never know a sunday

in this weekday room

i'm talking to the shadows

one o'clock to four

and lord, how slow the moments go

when all i do is pour

black coffee

since the blues caught my eye

i'm hanging out on monday

my sunday dream's too dry

now, a man is born to go a-loving

a woman's born to weep and fret

to stay at home and tend her oven

and drown her past regrets

in coffee and cigarettes

i'm moody all the morning

mourning all the night

and inbetween, it's nicotine

and not much hard to fight

black coffee

feeling low as the ground

it's driving me crazy

just waiting for my baby

to maybe come around

my nerves have gone to pieces

my hair is turning gray

all i do is drink black coffee

since my man's gone away