How basic is a cup of coffee
at two on the trail
made hours ago
at the café named for sun
it's not milk
sheared mustache
and a sweatshirt with a
message for you
about where you ought to go
or where you read your books
a high table occupation
return not to these nooks
further from a lie
as truth cannot deny
warmer hands and appreciation
and perhaps a song in French
hanging over the science fiction
or was it War and Peace
that said how you shouldn't have been
an aristocrat
or what robots are meant to feel
when their time is nigh
and the sun is high.
Roman Ryan 