The Saddest Man in My Town
The saddest man in my town
Slid my iced coffee across the counter,
Accepted my fiver, gave me back change.
Smells like Heaven here, I said.
Apple. Coffee. Chocolate. Cinnamon.
Smells like dreams and happiness.
I guess, man, he said from behind his mask
And his boredom and his sadness.
I been here so long I don’t smell it anymore.
Inspired by an actual conversation, which made me think quite a lot, and an actual iced coffee, which was delicious.
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