you decide to skip
the coffee
shop and go straight to
work, but
you begin to shake
on the freeway.
your eyes begin
to twitch, your
hands tremble on
the steering wheel.
you are sleepy,
grumpy and weaving
in and out of traffic
like a madman.
you can't focus.
you rub your face
with your hands,
you scratch your head.
you let out a sigh
and find a map
with another shop
nearby. you see
the long line, but
you don't care. you
pull over and stagger
over to huddle with the
others, money in hand
waiting for your fix
of crushed beans
and hot water.
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