****, coffee burns my tongue

Bitterness turns into flavorless

And through every winced sip

An aging gypsy, with long chin

Hair a twirling, gazes into my soul

Seeking the labyrinths, invading

Yet understanding the vulnerability

Which strikes me numb, in crowds

In moments of rejection, of failure

Which cause my heart to go a racing

My mind a pacing, and my own critique

1 star out of ten, try again next time

Keep a working, forward a moving

Keep a sipping that cup a joe

Listening to strange gypsies

Foretell destinies a-coming