Coffee

I pour myself a cup of coffee and the pot always drips I pour faster I pour slower higher, lower it always drips staining the counter top stinging my palm and the coffee isn't even good it's dark and it's hot and I get precious little out of it but I like the mug it's my new favorite thing and I spill coffee don't the side of it an it makes rings on the table so I clean it up with the mail because the mail's always coming and it's always boring and it's always nothing so I throw it away into a trashcan filled with coffee grounds that I don't remember buying and I'm hungry but I'm out of eggs so I go to a diner where they have special food at a special price for special people and I get served by a man who's too nice to me too close to me two eggs for me and I give him all my money and he gives me all his coffee and he doesn't spill a drop.