After

what if the afterlife is starbucks
but the coffee not so bitter
coltrane's ballad album playing
in a never-ending loop no one
looks up from their iPad when
you drift in sighing sinking down
on firm black leatherette your
laptop already there logged-in
your grandé steaming in its mug
as you repose in the certainty
of free and perpetual refills
discovering there is no difference
between closing and opening
your eyes thinking I'll be fine
in a minute I'll remember what
happened the pause between
you don't know what love is and
too young to go steady gets longer
with each repetition thinking I'll be
fine in a minute I'll remember
how I got here but you never do