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The lady who pours my soulcoffee

Down the street, at the midnight hangout

She's sweet, in a way that makes me feel

Semi-artistic again, coffee with no pain.



She slides down the aisle with a smile

Perpetual service, irregardless of the hour

She says that I am a nice guy

Although I don't tip.  She's hip,



When my friend drones on and on about

Sex and reality and oral-kittens

She hardly bats a mascara drenched eye

Just smiles and pours yet another cup, you bet.



I wonder what she thinks during her other life

Is she really perhaps an ax-murderess in subtle disguise

Or maybe the 32nd incarnation of an ancient wise

Zen Master?  Who knows...  The coffee flows, flows.