cracked

you light the filtered end

of your last cigarette

you were going to kick the habit

but you're not ready yet

dressing for a quick run

to the convenience store

and you're lighting up another

as you walk through the door

home alone with coffee

trying to plan your day

but too many thoughts are rushing

and on and on  they play 

like an old scratched vinyl record

that skips and gets hung up

you pour yourself more coffee

in your chipped and cracked old cup

you toss the cup in the garbage

and buy a set of eight

happy with the decision

now the coffee should taste great

you wash them very carefully

put them in the drying rack

you clink two of them together

and both of them get cracked

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License