My Perfect Plane

i.
I walk right into his experiment
after pouring my first beverage.
Some young bright patterned tie
rushes across to form a queue.
I rest the cup on the counter-top.
He smiles and says “take for both”
I outwardly thank his strangeness
but I baulk inwardly, weary from
the effort of accepting without
paying the price he seeks. The coffee
is bitter with gall; barely drinkable
even in my favourite window
seat overlooking the plaza.

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