Coffee line. Again. Wouldn’t
Say I’m addicted, just comfortable.
Every morning. More motioned,
assuredly. The new barista, too awake.
How many shots taketh she between
Blendings? Maybe none. Maybe that’s her. Now I do feel hooking. And wasteful with these 1’s.
Characters on each side. Same position.
Other girl telling me her grandfather died
Last night, that she has to fly out to Minnesota.
Now at another shop, 12 & Mission, picking up for coworkers.
We’re all addicts– morning music