"cream or sugar?" 

"a shot of espresso." 

abstract hip-hop drifting from the sennheisers dangleing
about my neck made me feel as if i were floating
in a disconnected urban dream; the smell of 
the coffee bringing lucidity to my dreamstate.

"Anything else?" with flashing eyes.

caught off guard, i smile and mutter
my decline. i drink the coffee at a logrithmic rate; 
the caffeine quickly affecting my nervous system.

nothing matters one way or another. 


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