Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Creamtastic EGGS: 'Burned Coffee'
Posted by Daniel Pujol on Tue, Apr 17, 2012 at 9:58 AM
My friend said
That one night
At the Wafflehouse
She went in
To sit down
And get a coffee
After work
Instead of
Just going straight home
Only two
Others were
Hanging out inside
One was a man with thick long rope hair
And he was talking at a waitress
Who looked around nineteen years of age
With randomly-placed walk-in tattoos
She looked like she was clammy always
But in a very endearing way
That radiated mythology:
The painfully anonymous kind
This counter-jockey was just on fire
Urgently spitting common knowledge
With crazy faces like a new toy
The girl liked hearing feelings this way
He was listening to a walkman
And reporting to her what he heard
Giving face to their conversation
When the waitress went to make coffee
He got paused
This was bad
He could not help it
Her turn came
He sat down
Pushing the headphones
To listen
To his tape
About aliens
Using food
And media
To make humans pets
In the same way that we did with dogs
Creating a more docile species
Via hands-off selective breeding
Because they used the economy
She said his headphones were really dry
And he had stickers on his walkman
That was gray from being in the sun
Also, he had denim overalls
Its pouch was full of secret trinkets
Within a funky pin collection
He never broke eye contact with her
And pursed like they were on the same page
He was so sure that she felt it too
And she did but not with this mask face
She refused to be his new best friend
Right when the tape stopped he crossed his eyes
How did he know?
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