Not Long Left - coffee and cream

a thousand thoughts,
can occur,
when stirring the cream,
around the murky swamp
of coffee.
white ribbons swirling around,
the bitter brown background.
some sinking into the muddy abyss,
some floating in stubborn creamy glory.
The sugar coated table i sit at,
is engraved with many a lost life.
A greasy steamy coffee shop,
is a far more welcoming,
than a crystal clean cafe.
old men, wrinkled and worn,
slurp on sugared sweet tea,
this is the where i belong,
stirring my instant cofee,
into the bitter brown instant sea

Not Long Left

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