the coffee shop

waiting for my morning coffee
i saw her in front of the line.
i caught a quick glance of this
beautiful queen as she
glared at the
pictures on the
walls.
minutes seem like seconds,
and then she walks away.
i hear a faded voice
calling for my attention.
she disappears,
the voice becomes discernible.
it's the cashier
asking me
what i'd like.

the usual.
coffee,
black.
$1.84
he says to me.
I open up my wallet,
and it's full of blood.