Ordinary Blues

What's the real definition of the blues

you sit on a cafe

the waitress comes with her little black book

you place your order

just a regular black coffee

small

same as every single day

after a while she returns bearing an orange juice

you hate oranges

same as every single day 

she hates you with all her guts

and for some twisted reason you know that's the only cause you still go to that place

the coffee isn't even that good
or is it

you can't remember drinking any