Can I have a coffee first
A waiter brings a steaming cup
In what appears to be a waiting room
People chatting on comfortable chairs
I'll be right back I say to no one
And enter an empty public restroom
So filthy it looks like all
The toilets have exploded
But I still have to go and when
I get back still breathing a large
Dozing woman has taken my seat
This puts me out on a busy street
Frantically searching for something
Rifling through a stranger's car
Until something tells me
I shouldn't be doing this
And walking off before anyone sees me
I become aware of cameras everywhere
And when I get back the coffee's cold
The room empty the doctor gone
And I have only myself to blame
Waiting for someone to call my name
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