so it was one of those mornings
mornings on wet streets walking
after not having tea over breakfast
on your way to work on a Saturday

and the buses and cars, they hum past
as you wait for the one that
will take you to work, or perhaps to
where you can take the tea that you
didn't have over breakfast

and the cold air, you fight
warming your hands on a nonexistent
cup of coffee whose steam you
gratefully breathe

and the bus, it comes, not on time
and you hope it can take you
fast enough down the wet streets
so you can still have that tea

and the bus goes reasonably fast
flying over these wet streets,
so maybe it can buy enough time
for that breakfast you didn't have

and the nonexistent cup of coffee
grows cold in your hands,
and the bus doesn't go any faster,
and you wait, until you get there

to the place where you can
step off the bus,
buy the tea you didn't have,
and throw away that nonexistent
cup of coffee, now empty.