Blow Me Away

The storm in my chest beats thunder in my ears
I feel blood in my veins pumping after the storm

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late in the evening when I've got nowhere to go
or someone to meet
I stop at a Circle K or a 76 gas station for coffee
and the black tar water that fills my cup satisfies
the part in me that grows weary of the perfection and artifice of
small batch hand picked and roasted coffees being sold to me across sterile granite counters—

it's all drugs
and driving and drinking
this swill mixed with ten of those little half and half creamers and two of the flavored ones
I know I am onto something

the bottom line
buying sunglasses in the gas station
because it's going to be a long night and I know that tomorrow when I wake up
my eyes are going to burn in my skull

and my legs are going to be lead
but I will be awake and the coffee's always hot
and they're never closed and always open
which suits me and I am not afraid to enjoy the shit because

it's drugs I am after