By Cosette
Date: 5 June 1999

Morning Blues

Streets are busied by passer-by in one’s, in two’s sometimes in three’s.
Traffic light winks and hails a walk in hurry, in march, sometimes in glee.
'March the long-stretched roadway, almost automatically.

My Fossil signals breakfast but I’m not yet hungry.
Must be that late night dinner before we slept.
A brunch wee after our daily Big Bosses’ meeting will do.
I hear you whisper, “Grab a bite, Babes. That helluva meeting might take long.” 
So I nodded.
A morning visit to a 24-hour store again.

That Seven-eleven guy with green-hayed cap offers a cup of creamed coffee, but I just ordered a hotdog, a noodle cup and bottled water.
“Anything else, Ma’am?”
He grabbed a bun and placed it on the oven after I smiled,
“Hmmm... a cheeseburger would do. No mustard please.”
Your favorite. 

“Ting!” the oven said, after the five-minute clock setting. 
(Is it to bring me to my senses? Nope, because I am.)

Should I get a pack of cigarettes?  I don’t have time for a smoke stick.  Besides, I quit a long time ago. 
But maybe you want a smoke so I got one.
And the morning newspaper. 
   (I don’t really read, just the horoscope section. Internet may do.
   But you read sports section to know how Pacers won. NBA standings.
   And you're good at crossword puzzles.)
And a bag of marshmallows.
And a box of Smint.

Streets are busied by passer-by in one’s, in two’s sometimes in three’s.
I am one with the one’s.
But yes, we are in two’s.
A hundred miles away -
On your way to the office.



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