The door opens and the barista knows exactly what I’ll order
She can tell I’m an out of towner with my hipster cup from some 28 hours away
Three different options for filling my cup
One of those foamy drinks with the excess sugar
Or perhaps decaf, she asks petulantly
I crinkle my nose in disgust at decaf/half-caf/or any substitution &
Order a house cup of the light roast
And write more electronic pages than i care to ever read
Between sips listening to the local stations
The same chatter as from back home
Reality tv, not quite ready to change the channel
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