i often get coffee the American way:
in a line, never at the front, rarely at the rear,
waiting as the middle child of caffeinated
capitalism. and it often dawns on me (slowly, before
the Americano) that if we cycled through
prosperity as we cycle through to java we
might be a more christian lot. but then I remember:
droopy-eyed and dazed, none of us has had our coffee.