one more cup of coffee

you buy another
cup of coffee.
you flip through
the paper in
record time.
the paper is weak
with news. nothing
grabs your
interest, makes
you turn the page.
it's what you
do when you're
not working and
you're waiting
for the phone to
ring with another
job. you browse
the book stores,
walk through
the woods and
check your phone
for messages.
the woods are
the same every
winter. you are
bored with the
woods and their
bare trees and
frozen shallow
ponds. you can
find no worthwhile
metaphors in
this maudlin
meadow you slog
through, even
the squirrels
are starting to
annoy you with
their fidgety
ways of jumping
around when you
walk by. you
randomly
text and message
your so called
peeps as you walk,
but they
are all working,
they actually have
real jobs,
and can't play
for long, they send
you a bone or
two to make
you smile, and you
start thinking
about coffee again.
lunch perhaps,
if you were even
hungry.