Blue Hair/Black Coffee


So much depends
upon

the blue-haired woman
and her black coffee —

no lid, steam-billowing up
to the warm, canned lights —

spreading a lump of cream cheese
on the crisp of a bagel —

her delicate jeweler’s hands
dancing between

the crinkled pages of
the morning paper

and the gnarled grip of
the stooping man beside her —

wearing an oversized salmon sweater
and the permanent hint of a smile.

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