Have you ever sat in a humid church room,
for hours on end only to realize that they
had forgotten your presence as a child of
god among those who are too old to stray
from this so called righteous path.
If you say no, would you like me to show
a thing to you in the vivid details filled
with strong black coffee and the overall
absence of creamer and sugar as the
coffee was made by hardy men of sea
travel that you could never understand.
I recognize that I’m more like them
than I am you as I’m the only other to
drink the Saturday morning coffee -
Only ever served black and bitter.