it's a bad cup
of coffee, but you sip on it
anyway,
as your eyes
search for
a new place along
the way
to get a fresh cup.
a disappointment,
but one you'll get over
soon.
live long enough
and you understand.
you stare at the cup
in your hand, cold,
weak,
picking the pieces
of grounds
off your lips and tongue.
and yet the sign said
the best
coffee in the city.
how could you go wrong.
one more
sip, and then it's done.
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