silver rings circling the cardboard
drinking down caffeinated dreams
until the last drop fades away to ink hitting the napkin
the back corner table resrved for the maximum of two
only the brave venture there to taste
the bittersweet flavor of loneliness
the aromas of asethetic desire entice the mind with delusions
mixed
the silence of the loving heart
whipped cream whims
sedative sugar syrups
blender beats bender
all contained inspiration in recycled words
"what can i get for you today?"