Coffee For One At Midnight

I sit
inside percolated coffee warmth,
stirring milk and sugar,
while an apathetic waitress
mops unloved spills
and disinterested rain
tracks grimy windows.

Midnight winds
blow disowned newspapers
along weed clogged pathways.
(prickly fingers reaching
for naked stiletto legs
excited at fulfilling nightclub promises -
bleached shadows laughing
against the urban landscape.)

Cold plastic clicks
(nails upon the counter)
redirect my attention -

lacking grace,
she snaps...

"More coffee?"

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