Ordering a flat black or a cappucino
depending on locale, the accent of the barrista across the counter
smiling through very white teeth, not sure if its genuine. perhaps
soliciting a tip, did she think I looked generous
pulling my non-descript beige handbag across my body,
unzipping the small leather wallet inside, I
spill the change all over the floor,
looking sheepishly up at her and her very white teeth, I
gathered all the coins to
deposit them into her gaping tip jar, her very white teeth
gleamed at me in sincere appreciation.
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