Ode to Java Hutt

Today,
my diet has consisted
of coffee and cigarettes
as I sit in this café and read
about “Top Girls” and
wish that I still had some of the
philly cheesestake I had for lunch.

The barista is really pretty. I like
her hair and her name: I think she's called
Nikita or Nicky or something that start's when
an N and she does her job well; she's been giving me
refills of dark roasted coffee for the last three hours
and the place isn't all that crowded anymore.

It was when I arrived,
but now I sit on a comfy black leather sofa

and think that this might just be the life
and that this is probably my favorite place
to get coffee.

I came here the other day with a friend of mine
who was like 40 minutes late because traffic

and I came back today because
I really wanted to read and not stay at home
and continue watching reruns of "The Office".

I love Steve Carrell,
my god I love Steve Carrell.

Maybe I should just give up on this inconvenient
dream of trying to be a writer and go and sell paper!

Really I came back not because of boredom
or because of a lack of quality programming
on netflix,

but because I met a girl
and she was interesting
and I wanted to get her number

because I wanted to know her better;
know her more.

She hasn't come back,
so I sit and drink coffee
and read silly books.