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a true friendA True Friend
Never knew it could be so hard
Telling friend from friend
Never knew if youd be there
Til the very end
You think youre the best there is
That youre always there for me
But then you walk away when I need you
Dont you see
So Im asking you this now
And if the answers no, then leave right now
Would you let me in if it rained on me
And I had nowhere to go?
Would you help me through the cloudy times
And come to me in snow?
Would you hold me when I cried?
Would you miss me if I died?
I just want to know
Would you be a true friend?
I never know with you
One day youre there to hold me tight
The next youre gone like you dont care
Left me crying in the night
Youll stick around for a few days
Then drop me like a stone
You cant seem to see that its not right
Friends dont leave friends alone
So here I am
To be there for me
Like I want you to do
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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