The coffee is bitter and full of grinds
Still I **** it down hoping it will wake me
Skimming through the morning metro paper,
Hoping for a seat at the next stop until the next stop is mine
The train creeps along the tracks,
The doors dinging at every stop.
I prepare myself for the worst because then
Everything else seems like nothing.
Walking into work I pour myself Another cup of coffee, surprised
That it is better than the usual sludge.
Hoping that today will be better than the typical trudge
Through the mountain of paper work.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
The coffee is bitter and full of grinds
Still I **** it down hoping it will wake me
Skimming through the morning metro paper,
Hoping for a seat at the next stop until the next stop is mine
The train creeps along the tracks,
The doors dinging at every stop.
I prepare myself for the worst because then
Everything else seems like nothing.
Walking into work I pour myself Another cup of coffee, surprised
That it is better than the usual sludge.
Hoping that today will be better than the typical trudge
Through the mountain of paper work.
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