Linton Kwesi Johnson - Seasons Of the heart...
A really jazzy cozy cafe, brick walls tabels with green cloth, dark atmosphere and petroleum lamps.
sitting in a big comfty chair, while drinking coffee eating a little dry cake while nodding to the tunes, holding hands with someone i hold dear (not pavel, we split up) the scent reminds me of cinnamon, theres a small shelf on the right, it's a basement cafe by the way.
The bartender is a rastafarian dude smoking the biggest spliff i've ever seen, he kinda looks like bob marley, but just a bit.