Another Cup, Another Song

Steam on my glasses

Half past noon

But it feels like dawn

Blank page

Chipped mug

Ring on the table where the last one’s gone

Another cup

Another song

Sip it slow and hope it comes

Every little heartbeat

Every little wrong

Poured in black and bitter strong

Another cup

Another song

Bills on the counter

Unread mail like a paper storm

But you text

“You up?”

Suddenly the kitchen doesn’t feel so worn

Maybe I’m just stalling

Hiding in the comfort of this old routine

But every time you call me

I write your name between the lines of caffeine