1047am reds diner


you hold your coffee
in such low regard.
pouring that sugar
with no rhyme or reason.
could be a tablespoon,
might be a quarter pound.
really though,
who cares.

and the cream!
oh the cream,
yeah, toss it in!
like you're pouring one on the floor
for a dead homie.
next time,
try getting some in the cup.
unless thats your method.

then you sit back,
admire the mess you've made.
and motion your hands
like you just made my card appear,
like you're the david blaine
of the baristas.
the david copperfield
of the coffee house.

now you sip.
and thankfully the world
is spun back to its axis.
and you got exactly what you needed,
more caffeine
more sugar.
and now the table
is an utter disaster.

HOORAY SATURDAY!

HOORAY BREAKFAST!

HOORAY OPIE!