beneath a cup of coffee,
you will find me,
as i stare off into space,
with that same dizzy distortion
on my face
which signals that i am thinking,
as i am drinking,
beneath a cup of black coffee,
that’s where you’ll find me,
hiding in a crowd
twisted into a day-dream,
drifting off upon my randomness
of thought, caught up spider-web style
into my thinking again.
beneath a hot cup of black coffee.