Cold Coffee

Gas station coffee
To wake up from the
Late nights of racing thoughts.
Inhaling smoke in between
Thickened, black sips
Exhale, white-grey clouds
Shaking, still tired
Thoughts, racing faster
Can't put a sentence together.

If you were a drug I would-
Inject, inhale, snort you.
Until my nose bleeds or my veins swell.
Instead, I'll drink my caffeine and
Smoke my nicotine and take my cheap high to
forget your name.

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