Preamble

over a cup of coffee

thick…piping hot

up to the brim

the liquid strolled

lips cut in two, teeth made public

tongue stir

Graffiti in the tee

scribbling in the paper napkin

preamble cackles

your long finger inspirit,

an otherwise dopey restaurant

juices up to life.

Days, those have left long ago 

swabbed in your finger tip.

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