“DOLLAR IN THE TIP JAR”

I am certain I exist
because the redhead barista
steaming
behind the espresso machine
knows
my
name
and looks me
in
my
eyes
when I tell her I want her
to pour me
a small drip
for here, over there,
where I sit, writing
this.

narrative poem written on 02-13-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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DOLLAR IN THE TIP JAR | poem by Matt Kane Fine Art

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