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Monday, June 20, 2005
[POEM] Espresso at Midnight, andoy, 20 June 2005
Espresso at Midnight
Italians would drink espresso
first thing in the morning
with coffee getting more tepid
weaker and flavored
as morning becomes afternoon becomes evening
and chewing a coffee bean to follow
heavy garlic pasta
I wait for you at this cafe
with my third espresso
nervous that I am
waiting to meet you
at two when you leave work
and come with me behind closed doors
--andoy
20 June 2005
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