i asked
the Italian store keep for
a cup
of coffee to go.
he stared at me as if i killed
one
of his children.
you want to leave
and drink
my coffee he said, shaming
me in
front of the crowd.
yes i told him.
please, a cup to go.
i want to walk around your grande
city
and drink your wonderful
brew
while doing so.
more laughter ensued.
reluctantly he poured a little
coffee
into
a paper cup, then said, go.
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