Java and Toast

The peanut butter on my bread
Matches the color of the brick
Building outside my 9th floor
Chicago window and the apricot
Jam the color of the building next to it
And I gaze out as I munch and chew
Wondering who’s eating breakfast with me at this 8’ish hour and is
Anyone having eggs the color of my soft pajamas
Or if they will wait for a Starbucks
Latte filled to the brim with foamy milk that is the color of
My mood upon eating this sweet toast fluffy and light
And warmly wrapping itself around a hot brown soft woman java!

Chicago, IL, Winter, 2000