how are you,
the barista chirps happily
to the old
man
struggling
to get change out for his
coffee.
what, he says.
leaning his body towards
the counter
so that his good ear
is closer. what did you
say,
I said, how are you today?
what, are you a doctor.
i'm old, he says.
that's how I am today.
and don't give me
that stale coffee.
is it a fresh pot?
I only want a fresh cup.
yesterday I got a bad
cup.
I don't like that.
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