Extra strong please, two sugars deep,
Black as the night where the lost things sleep.
Steam on the glass like a ghost I knew,
Stirring the seconds till the minutes bruise.
Clockhands crawl over cracked café walls,
Heartbeat ticks in the spoon that falls.
Pour me a sunrise I’ve never seen,
Let it burn going down like a kerosene dream.
Extra strong please, keep the night from breaking—
One more cup and I might make it.