coffee and eggs

this morning I did not want to wake up.
it was too warm in my bed with the electric heater humming
and a few blankets on top.
I peeled myself out and tried to bike to work.
but the wind was too fierce and I was unprepared for the cold.
no gloves
no sweater
raw raw skin turned white from the chill.

later, it is slow and I am pouring an endless cup of coffee
and dousing my eggs with ketchup.
cream
the click of my shoes against the bamboo floor
my stomach turning from too much caffeine
the woman in the leather jacket who complains about her bacon
and doesn't even leave a tip
the endless Mexican radio blaring from the kitchen.

I am full and I am ready for bed again.