The clink, clink of metal on porcelain.
War cry of work days & days that come and go
And come and go. Drink coffee, then begin
To play my little role in the daily show.
Some say hello; some don't have this technique.
I sit by them until five and punctuate
This time with coffee breaks, and sometimes speak
But mostly sit, and sip, and sit, and wait,
And then go home, forget not to be tense,
Forget why I looked forward to it, make
A cup of coffee & last line of defence
Between myself and sleep, then sleep, then wake
Confused, caffeine infused in breath and hair.
My mind, an upturned crab, kneads the still air.

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