I duck in near midnight
after two drinks with old friends.
The cafe is crowded
(they brew a good house blend).
The old men talk football
while I transcribe their conversation
and restore my senses
(with a sprinkle of cinnamon).
“The best offense is a good defense.”
The best coffees are balanced.
“I’d love to find a woman I can fall in love with.”
You and every army, man.
Caffeine cheers. Not for thirty years
but maybe this weekend.