Four seventeen Corner booth One cup left No reason to leave yet Rain on the glass Buzz from the sign Waitress wipes down Table number nine Truck in the lot Engine still warm Radio low Talking through the storm I chose the seat Facing the street Watched every headlight Slide past me Phone on the table Screen turned down Nothing I need From anyone now I’ve been moving Just to stay ahead But every road Ends somewhere in your head Last coffee Before the morning comes Black in the cup City going numb Last coffee No one waiting up Just me and the rain And a half-empty cup I don’t need answers I don’t need sleep Just five more minutes With the version of me That only shows up When the whole world stops Last coffee Before the daylight drops Man by the counter Counts out his change Woman near the window Staring through the rain Cook in the back Turns off one light Everybody carries Something through the night Steam from the cup Fades into air Some things disappear Without going anywhere I write one line On the receipt “you made it this far” Then leave it beneath Maybe healing Doesn’t make a sound Maybe it’s sitting still When no one else is around Last coffee Before the morning comes Black in the cup City going numb Last coffee No one waiting up Just me and the rain And a half-empty cup I don’t need answers I don’t need sleep Just five more minutes With the version of me That only shows up When the whole world stops Last coffee Before the daylight drops Bridge ? No Drums The night never asked Where I was going It just gave me room To keep not knowing And maybe that’s enough For now Last coffee Sky turning gray First bus running Somewhere far away Last coffee Nothing left to prove I came here restless But I’m leaving able to move I still don’t have answers I still won’t pretend But the night feels lighter Near the end One final sip Then I let it go Last coffee Time to hit the road Receipt on the table Cup still warm Doorbell rings Morning starts
