Cafe Paradiso

1 February 2012

I got a job
behind the bar
at Cafe Paradiso

I can tell you it was no paradise

I worked with this guy
who liked to make short blacks
with a rind of lemon

he told me
that if you see someone
walk in
with a tough face
& maybe a scar
you make the coffee
nice & strong

he was only young
but already had a scar
himself
& I got the impression
that if he walked into a cafe
& I was behind the bar
he’d want me to give him
a double shot
without so much as asking

I quit the job
after 3 weeks.

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