Coffee
#56
August
7,
2000
I
am
that
whom
no
one
slights.
if
you
forget
about
me
for
too
long
I
will
become
bitter,
and
wipe
the
dust
of
my
shoes
on
your
wandering
tongue.
Bide
by
my
patience
I
have
a
hot
temper
that
burns
the
greedy
and
those
who
speak
too
quickly.
I
taste
of
cigarettes
and
sleepy
eyes.
At
least
five
days
a
week
You
and
I
walk
into
the
brightness.
Together-
we
battle
the
strike
of
the
sun
and
the
anxiety
of
sobriety.