A Visit From My Bastard Muse

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say
the clicking of my heels fill my ears
and just as I reach the door and turn the handle
I am aware that it's not fogginess of mind
as I step into the hall.
No amount of promise can take away the
sudden aching in my feet
as I remember the steps I have taken to get here
and think of the many unknown steps
I've yet ahead of me.