Everything was closed.
Except this one coffee shop
Scanned the menu for the cheapest most bitter
Thing I could find
“Macchiato”
The word was out of my lips before I could think.
$4.36
The barista made fun of me for my order
I think
She was looking for a middle aged white man
Did a double take when she saw me.
Handed me a tiny shot glass
Filled to the brim with espresso
And an inkling of white foam on top.
That’s when I knew,
This is what the real coffee drinkers drink.
Spilled Ink 