sitting close to comfortable on narrow black
stool. coffee keeps me alive, but barely. socko
joe rolls the dice like a christmas crash and
god only knows how many shopping days are
left. miss daily day pays no mind, no matter,
to the rest and just counts the shopping carts
confusing those calendar wheels. eggnog spurts
everywhere, staining the walls again and all
i can do is watch and be thankful that i'm on
this side of the counter. socko joe can't count
so he's got his toes going in binary now. biscotti
mae slinks through the door, stinking of spiced
apple cider and successfully ignoring the eggnog
and the sideways winks from miss daily she
orders a double cup of fun straight up and hold
the foam and throw the rocks thank you very
much. i, smiling, have no idea what she's talking
about and throw together a hazelnut tainted
concoction. two seconds three five nine and
there it goes. foam flying, exploding out of her
nose like some albino milkshake. can't wait till
closing time. can't wait... and all i really want
is a pint of guinness.
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