I was handing out food on Southside once
And met a homeless man called Jerry.
He told me he had a job interview
Coming up and I said good for him.
. . .
I had a large coffee in my hands and he
Motioned in its direction haphazardly.
Grew up on that shit, he said.
Used to be those frappuccinos from QT.
. . .
Then that got too sweet so I started going
Full black, and at first it was like lickin’
The butt of a cigarette, but then I loved it
And it saved me, still saves me, I’m a snob.
. . .
I ain’t married to it, though. You know,
If one morning it’s too bitter, like sharp,
I’ll just add in a little of my sugar, a little bit
More of my cream ‘til it tastes good.
. . .
Hell, tomorrow it’ll be somethin’ different.
That’s what’s good about tomorrow is
We get to keep just tryin’ shit out.
Anyway, you get it. Thanks for the burger.
God bless.