start the day right


somewhere up the main road

after a bit of a walk

there’s a little bakery

where I can buy

a takeaway coffee

from a friendly face.

it doesn’t taste that great

so i drink as much as i can

while i walk

until i’ve had enough

and find the nearest bin.

there’s just something

about seeing a happy face

when i’m walking up

in that part of town

on a sunday morning.

this time, though,

the face behind the counter

was different.

slightly less cheery, perhaps,

but not enough to really matter.

the coffee tasted the same.